Sunday 26 March 2017

Breaking down


I hope I don't break down,

Break down or break up into smithereens 

An empty bed

Many a restless nights 

My cheeks moist with sadness and fear

Fear of an empty future 

Fear of a broken self 

Paradise is lost 

Dreams seem unfulfilled 

Unrealistic are these dreams 

I weave a picture in my mind 

To fill empty spaces of the corners  of my heart 

But I'm cold 

I'm alone 

The dark night reflects my inner space 

Half dreamy eyes
 
I click on yet another verse. 

Feel the pain fading  away 

With each line 

Each stroke brings me closure to composure. 

I thank ye,

I thank ye for sleep Oh Lord!