Half Hearted
Half conscience
Lurking in the dark
I grasp at the feathers on sleep’s wings.
I have to chase the hunter, sleep, away.
Now is not the time to dream & imagine.
Sugar & caffeine are the milk I nurse.
Ever vigilant I am the sentry of my
Destiny is the gazelle that runs from me.
Gentle breezes from a summers day kiss
My face as its near a vision
Beauty, the girl that I barely remember
From that place. Was I ever there?
Did she even exist? Wasn’t she a
Fever that I had when I was a teen?
Didn’t she have a friend? Didn’t I know
Them intimately? Were we lovers, the three of us?
Do they exist?
Things seem temporary, flimsy.
I’ve fallen asleep but I’m still awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem