Seconds turn into minutes
Minutes turn to hours
The surroundings gradually quiet
The house soon darkens
As the neighborhood falls asleep
Yet I lay awake
Without a hint of drowsiness
My eyes more alert than ever
Gadgets, books, poetry
Mere distractions
From my endless insomnia
No matter how long
I stare at the blank ceiling
How many books I read
Cover to cover
How much battery percentage I drain
How many poems I write
How many videos I watch
I am still alert as ever
Sleep seeming unknown
One night bleeds into the next morning
The entire house dead silent
Trees slightly swaying
The crickets softly chirping
The breeze seemingly singing
I take in all the sounds of the night
My whole body absorbing it
The sheets scorching hot
A layer of sweat formed on me
The thick, uneasy air surrounds
As I lay there, still, yet aware
Aware as the sounds of the night
Slowly drift into sounds of the morning
The sun peering over the horizon
Life returning to the room
People around me waking up
When I finally close my eyes
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poéziawe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
