Tears On The Pages

Three

Woke up at 3 am,
Moon still up, illuminating.
By the window, casted a spell of sorrow,
Bewitching me to abandon tomorrow.

My soul was lifted by a nightmare-
Of a faceless girl with long straight black hair,
Wearing white silk, floating in the air,
Holding a knife, as if to kill.

The other night visited a huge lion,
Some night's a hawk, sometimes a boar,
But they are all the same monsters, keeping me still;
Nothing I can do but just stare.

The fear I saw beyond the ceiling,
To be alive but barely breathing;
Brown round eyes turned pitch black,
The nostalgia was taking me back.

Then, a firefly flew across the room,
Only reminded me of the dead and gone.
Another lost hope, not to be found;
Another side story, not to be told.

I got up and cleared my throat,
Felt the thirst on things ain't yet to hold;
Touched by a little light from the fluorescent-
When I knew I will never be the same.

Feet were cold as they trod the floor,
I felt as dark and empty as the corridor;
Down the spine travelled thousands of shivers,
Like my wavy hair longing for gentle caress.

And soon as I saw the water in the pitcher-
Gushed uncontrollable desire;
Took it 'till the last drop,
Still, too much was never enough.

"Back to bed," I whispered to myself;
No other place suits damsel in distress.
Took a deep breath as I lay,
To be alive is all but a lie.

12/24/20