I didn't sleep at all tonight,
Keeping thinking about my life.
My eyes hurt, and I'm seeing the light
That is terribly burning my eyes.
And it's happening too fast.
The ashes are falling from the sky to earth.
I'm not the first, and not the last,
Who doesn't sleep at all.
Today, I'm out of my mind, -
A stranger to myself and others.
I'm so sick of this bright light,
But ought to be patient for a little more hours,
It will disappear out of my sight.
But I'm afraid of not coming home on time.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov