Tossing and turning til it’s almost morning,
With troubled breaths, tears are forming,
Intrusive thoughts like ageing and dying,
What ifs and I should haves are crippling,
Down my spine, giving me shivers,
To my brain, provoking.
Tag: #Night
Night
Every night before I go to bed,
I relive my non-existent dreams,
Piece by piece, shred by shred,
All of this, inside my head.
In every dream there’s you,
In it you brings the most colorful hues.
In there, there’s me and you,
In there, everything’s true.
I’d like to make these dreams immortal,
Arrange its thread and make a portal,
Through poems, stories, or whatever,
Everything to relive it forever.
Fear
As a kid, there’s these things that keep me awake:
The boggart in every closet,
The ghosts of dark places,
The monsters under my bed,
And the babadook inside my head.
As I grew older it intensifies,
To restless days and deadlines,
Tired mind and heavy migraines,
Sleepless nights and reccuring pains.
There are lots of things we dread,
That often hinder us from going to bed,
The fear of immeasurable anxiety,
That lurks around the corner, hissing softly.
But there’s this refuge that keeps me sane,
The promise that will never be in vain,
The assurance that I’ll not be forsaken,
That guarantees I’ll never be left alone.
Here emanates the light that keeps me safe,
Which gives comfort and peace,
And brings an anxious mind at ease.