Closed eyes,
but there was no sleep;
body in bed,
but there was no rest.
Staring at the ceiling,
counting sheep;
hoping to fall asleep,
no less.
If only, right now, I could talk to you,
I don't need sleep to start 'morrow anew.
HBY,
22 October 2018,
1.55am.
YOU ARE READING
Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
