Before the rooster breaks the silence of black
My body lies still, but my mind is far from blank
Oh how gloomy the weather; so dark, so blue
Tight-shut windows forbidding rain to pour through
Drops of water racing down from the foggy glass
One after another until the moon comes to pass
When will it stop? It’s too loud
Sleep, come to me. You’re nowhere to be found
In a few moment’s time, the noise finally dies down
Only the loud thumping in my chest can be heard all around
As my deep breaths lull me to my slumber
The only witness of the lone sight is the stain of a waterless river
t.c.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
Before the rooster breaks the silence of black
My body lies still, but my mind is far from blank
Oh how gloomy the weather; so dark, so blue
Tight-shut windows forbidding rain to pour through
Drops of water racing down from the foggy glass
One after another until the moon comes to pass
When will it stop? It’s too loud
Sleep, come to me. You’re nowhere to be found
In a few moment’s time, the noise finally dies down
Only the loud thumping in my chest can be heard all around
As my deep breaths lull me to my slumber
The only witness of the lone sight is the stain of a waterless river
t.c.
I tried masking my anxiety within words that actually speak about it.
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