At this time:
this hour,
this moment, this exact second...
This very minute;
I cannot sleep;
I feel.
I am unable to grasp realities thread, hold, grip or even stern strangle upon things that seem to be monuments of has beens wrapped in forevers.
I have been brought to life, only to breathe again;
only for a moment.
I see so many things,
feel so many things and yet
I am unable to sleep
unable to rest
could this mean you are forever and a day...
I dare say it again..
I cannot sleep.
YOU ARE READING
THE THINGS WE LACK
PoetryPieces of my life in poem, and the way I see things; this is my soul here, my experiences my losses and wins, and for the eyes that have never seen my face, reading this will help you to see my soul. So if I die before my time, you can safely say...
