Sleep does not come easy,
Silently breathing,
A cracked heart.
Only wishing for the moonlight to trickle down on my eyes,
Like delicate tears…
Does the Moon hear my heart cry?
Rage has fallen slightly on me!
It oppresses my mind,
And sleep will not start,
But oh so tired here I'm lying,
Tired of living,
Tired of dying.
In the distance I hear the phone ring
Then there is the shuffle of feet,
And I raise my head,
Hoping that he heard my plea
Because I can’t be without him
And I don’t want to learn how.
So once more to my God I secretly pray,
Praying for him to make a way,
To open his arms, and reveal a path,
That will soften my heart,
Send him to my bed
And end my wrath.
© tgk
Hey B,this is a beautiful poem. I am sorry I had to be away from you that night.It was just as difficult for me as it was for you B and I had trouble sleeping as well. Trust me i wish that we don't have to be apart from you another night.Its just not the same without you there.
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