Harboring dreams,
those that don't allow sleep.
Like nothing
it is still there
waiting for all
that won't come.
A Chimera
ardent in my veins,
like alcohol to an open wound.
Wakes me in the morn,
keeps me up at night.
These nights no more dark than eternal.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
Harboring dreams,
those that don't allow sleep.
Like nothing
it is still there
waiting for all
that won't come.
A Chimera
ardent in my veins,
like alcohol to an open wound.
Wakes me in the morn,
keeps me up at night.
These nights no more dark than eternal.