Right left, left or Right

I toss myself every night

Trying to fire my thoughts

and bury my mind

But the less I lose you more I find.



Pressing with pillow

My face and Ears.

So, sound of nothing

I would hear.

Or

Covering my eyes

With the palm.

So, as to make my

Unconscious curiosity calm.


I shrink myself

Folding my legs.

Afraid of something

That my dream makes.


A Dream Like

Someone chasing me

Armed with a sword.

And I am screaming helpless

Praying to the Lord.


Or like

A ****, a jolt

On my happy heart.

Or something separating

you and me Apart.