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Jun 2018
There was a little moment I had just the other day,
When I felt really low and wanted to disappear,
When I was sprawled across my bed and felt every ounce of pain and anguish,
And thought about how it could all be gone, how If I wanted, I could just erase myself from the world,
And the little cogs in my brain that were currently turning,
And generating a presence would just stop forever,
And I dreamed of it and felt it and with that fell asleep,
And I was gone, momentarily because for that moment sleep symbolised so much more than just resting and waking up,
And when I woke up those cogs started turning slowly and I was back again,
But that moment, the dream, the feeling and the desire stayed with me,
And I always go back to that moment.
Written by
Madara H
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