Sleep

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Lying in bed, my mind starts to drift.
Thinking to myself, my mood starts to lift.

My hand clasps over my pillow, my heart suddenly stops.
Muttering to myself, my tears fall like raindrops.

I roll over, wiping away tears.
My worst enemy, my horrid fears.

But how can I sleep when everything fades.
I'm left to drown in my own waves.

I think to myself, my mind is like a dark room.
Except it's more empty, it's occupants are just gloom.

It's like I'm slowly dying, but my fingers still reach.
That light is still there, but I'm stuck without a screech .

My mind starts to go black, as I slowly fall asleep.
My dreams haunt me, the fears buried skin-deep.

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