I walk home
a lonely figure in the street
left foot forward, right foot forward
and repeat.
The pale city lights stream down
basking everything in white light
I can picture their frowns
as they scream and shout
How their piercing voices reverberates through the room
as I toss and turn in bed
when the nightmares start to bloom
threatening to shred
me.
So no matter how hard I try
I can't fall asleep
because what awaits me is not blue sky
but instead hell so deep
you can't imagine.
So now I'm walking home
hoping that finally my parents will stop quarreling
that instead they will come
and kiss away the monsters
read me bedtime stories with happy ever afters
so the dark marks of the curse will be gone
but that's impossible
It's a dream after all.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
I walk home
a lonely figure in the street
left foot forward, right foot forward
and repeat.
The pale city lights stream down
basking everything in white light
I can picture their frowns
as they scream and shout
How their piercing voices reverberates through the room
as I toss and turn in bed
when the nightmares start to bloom
threatening to shred
me.
So no matter how hard I try
I can't fall asleep
because what awaits me is not blue sky
but instead hell so deep
you can't imagine.
So now I'm walking home
hoping that finally my parents will stop quarreling
that instead they will come
and kiss away the monsters
read me bedtime stories with happy ever afters
so the dark marks of the curse will be gone
but that's impossible
It's a dream after all.
©AlessiaKoh 2019 All rights reserved
So this is a poem that is part of a collection called insomnia. I hope to show the emotions of different people suffering from insomnia and the various reasons behind it. In this poem, I hope to bring out how a child feels when her parents quarrel and how it affects her or him. Just wanna bring some comfort out to all the people who feel the same way and let you guys know you're not alone. :)
written on 25 January 2019