Insomnia

It’s 4:00 am, yet to dawn
Gazing past the window 
Thoughts wild and desolate 
My anxiety has spawn

The fear is real 
Deep inside my mind
Within feelings surreal
Where I’m drowned

Listening to the silence
Hours have passed 
Slowly I’m withering 
Longing to belong

My demons are still quiet
But they won’t let me sleep
With dried tears on my pillow
Still I silently weep

Nobody knows
Except the moon 
In the midnight sky
Who gently tries to croon

I sit upright in my solitude
Staring at him 
Between the skies darkly blued

He showed me comfort 
conversing with spree
Gleaming in the dusk
Behind a palm tree 
He stayed till the very last
Despite thousand miles away from me

I wonder now if the moon
Comes up every night
So the Stars don’t feel alone 
In that pretty sight

-Audrey.C








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