While you sleep
I’m given all the time to think

But my thoughts are opaque
Perhaps I’m not fully awake

Even though I wish my mind free
It’s not your guard keeping me

These words are not flowing
I can’t catch a rhyme
This poem is a reflection of this time

It’s hard to find inspiration with others around
My thoughts feel twisted, tied, and bound

The pressure grows when souls are near
It’s hard for me to remain clear

It’s hard for me to write true
But I promise, I am thinking of you


© pkpoetry