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.
There may be lots of mistakes in this poem, please comment if you find any.