Sleep
Sleeping
I am asleep
I must be
The world is quiet
It moves so fast
I lay
I rest
I do not move
I'm so slow
Compared to them
I do not wish to try
To move
Tired
So tired
I can not move
I can not cry
The tears never go
They never drop
From my cheeks
The sadness never fades
or dissipates
My spirit crys
For lost dreams
To become reality
But I'm so slow
I can not move.
YOU ARE READING
poem's from the bathroom stall
PoesíaA poetry book A collection of feelings written by a non-binary abuse survivor. A combination of the trauma and moving forward, both joyful parts and not so happy parts. This collection contains 30 poems and the author is now working on "Poetry is...
