Sleepless Night Poem by Nashy Lamen

Sleepless Night



My heart has been severely aching,
I have been lying in this cold bed unable to sleep,
I settle down in place as I slowly sink, as I weep,
It's getting late, the clock keeps ticking.

Darkness holds me as I think,
thinking about the times that I wanted you to hold me,
But with just the slightest touch, you pull back and leave me,
Tears flow down my face as I blink

I stare at the ceiling, frozen and broken,
wet and soaked in tears as I try to sleep, but my eyes refuse,
I stayed awake until the morning sun arised again,
It blurred my eyes and I was restless and confused

I strayed away from the sunlight,
I try to pull myself to move, but I am disoriented and blind
I flee away as I abolish my thoughts and clean my mind
And I try to abscond from my sleepless night.

My doubts are what I wanted to forget
Because I trully love you, and I don't want you to go,
But now and then disdain and rejection is what you show,
Is there someone else that you have met?

If the times comes that you will confront me,
And tell me that you'll really leave, will I let you be?
Will I let you go or will I stop and convince you?
But then again, you'll never know.

So now as I walk outside I tremble
As I prepare to enter the school, and see you there at your seat,
I imagine, you coming near me and I in tears as we meet,
And slowly my heart would cripple.

But as I walk down the stairs to class,
I see you standing near the door, I couldn't read your face,
I took a breath, walked to you and you hugged me there in place,
And after that I had my answer.

My sleepless night, now disregard,
I smiled and hugged you back as I whispered in you ear,
I love you and you love me too, now everything was clear,
you only needed time think.


*a poem on being to paranoid.. (L.O.L)
It's not real... it's just based on observation...
-nash

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danzen D. 08 March 2009

There are really some times...when the truth is too strong for us...we find ways to break it down..dreaming...imagining...sometimes...poems are not fully true...but there are tiny threads of truth in there..and when we see those threads, and gather them one by one...we will be able to face reality, brave and strong, and accept this whole truth that we have been persevering for. Smile!

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