last night I sat in the dark
fishing for luminous words from
what seemed like a shallow furrow of thoughts
and I found myself stuck
between realities I dare not speak

allowing time to whisk me
to the edge of the world I only see in a dream,
indulging in calamities I cant seem to unreveal,
for Im stuck between two worlds of conflicting
revelations

The night with whom I conversed the
perplex complexities, mimicked the
unbirthed reality, leaving me in a pool
of confusion and a list of future uncertainities
again I find myself stuck between
worlds I dare not speak

The words I utter seem to fade
in the deep belly of the hours I sat, as
the only hope I hold on to,
is that of morning when a thick line
is drawn between my dreams and my reality

Last night I sat in the dark eluded by sleep,
swimming in a pool of written
ideas of metaphors, to undress the thoughts
that lie far beneath my sleepless nights,
and haunted by words I dare not speak