Sleepless, the days stretch long and wide,
A distant verity softly wakes.
For moments bright, still far away.
They live within me, hidden deep inside.
I wonder, was that me I saw?
Who was I, was it me?
Mistakes I thought were right,
Yet I wait, unsure of why.
Is it love I'm waiting for?
A better self, hidden in the dark?
Loving even when it’s hard,
Alone, lost in quiet thoughts.
In a room, I drift and sigh,
Chasing fleeting moments by.
Longing deep, I fall, undone,
Reaching for love, hard-won.
A castle rises on a hill,
In my mind, roses bloom still.
A beautiful image I once knew.
"Sleepless" reflects the struggles of waiting for elusive better moments. The poem explores themes of longing, self-discovery, and the bittersweet nature of love. It delves into the uncertainty of identity and existence, questioning who we are and the meaning behind our desires. Ultimately, the poem contemplates the idea of waiting for change, for love, and for peace, but also the difficulty of truly finding them.
