...

22 views

Insomnia
Shall I write the thoughts of the mind upon the lines of his forehead
revealing all which wishes to bloom in the deepest darkest depths of his heart
shall I bare his soul to their shallow prying eyes
which follow him as the haunted portrait seeking to cast judgement
I shall not
as by doing that his heart would be deemed
fragile under the microscope of them who with a contemptuous visage
view overthinking as a crime
he would be imprisoned in the curviness of their lines
when waiting for the time
to be free from the prison of pills
and so
in order to be free I must not reveal
but rather cast my burden upon HE who is stronger than me
and then
I will be granted the peace
of a perfect sleep

© Tatyanna