The long night
One that is not productive
One that takes you away to another world
One that is only seen by the night sky
These four walls
The exit
The great escape
Is it though?
The cool rain
The pitch-black
The comfy bed but sleep doesn't come
The dark; can be a safe space
These four walls fade away and become the vast fields that could be imagined.
The silence accompanied by rain becomes a background
A soundtrack comes to mind that leads to a scene that can be written
Does sleep come?
YOU ARE READING
Mental Inner Workings
PoetryA composition of thoughts that manifest on the page. I will go at things at my own pace. If you want to comment then do if not then don't. In the end, there is hope to find company when you feel alone.
