Time cascades from the ceiling,
And tumbles down the walls,
It departs out my window,
Into bitter cold & alas,
I watch through my delusive eyes as the mirage of apparitions catch it with withering hands,
And take it away from me.
All without remorse.
Wasted.
Haven't you wasted enough of it, now?
How devastating that my own creations could aid it's escape from me- how greedy.
I desire to sleep in peace,
But days have passed,
Since I felt a touch of pleasure from anything.
Food feels like ash within my mouth,
Sticking to each crevice of my gums,
And water feels like a chore,
Only accomplished because dying of dehydration doesn't appeal.
Whatever feeds into your soul,
I hope you feed it back.
Time becomes famished too easily,
And it will abandon you,
For whatever replenishes it best.
YOU ARE READING
Somnolence - III *Editing*
PoetryLet me tell you, Why I can't sleep at night. From Faded feelings and Empty Thoughts, came a deep somnolence .. where I desired to rest for an eternity. | book is probably completed for now, even though I don't want to let go | Editing slowly
