at night I realize
the four walls that asphixiate me
have seen me in my good and bad
they solely analyze me
and although they judge
they never leave
DU LIEST GERADE
insomnia
PoesieI wish I could drift off like everyone else instead of being awake at the dead of night. Oh no, the silence doesn't haunt me, it's the meaningless echoes that form in my mind. I wish I didn't feel so insignificant seeing as I'm not fully alone. I do...
the walls
at night I realize
the four walls that asphixiate me
have seen me in my good and bad
they solely analyze me
and although they judge
they never leave
