I'm afraid to close my eyes
I'm afraid to give into the dreaming
I'm terrified of what will happen
Because I don't want eternal sleep
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
