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Aug 2019
No sleep tonight
Am I exhausted?
Guess I don't have the energy to know

These odd heights
Is this my solace?
Guess I can't possibly be the one below

I must be tough
To bear these questions every day
Frankly enough
I hope it goes my way

It's too much to take in
I must be dying
Guess my imagination is the one killing

This century isn't forgiving
I can't be trying
Guess it's just the weakness wining

Time is an insomniac
Limping through desperation
Unable to think for a second
You are problematic

I have done little wrong
Although I feel the need
To apologize.
This is probably the most personal piece of writing is have ever done. Most of my earlier poems have this habit of telling a story with a short of forced meaning and theme shoved into it. But at the time of writing this poem, I must have been very tired and / or extremely in touch with my feelings in the moment to show a side of me that I usually try to avold due to the fact that I would find it to be very difficult to put on paper and describe these feelings in words. But to be honest, I think I succeeded making one of my personal favorite writes up to this point.

Thanks for reading this, and have a nice day,

Write on!
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