Coming to my Senses
The sky is tar
Monday night
The open phone with no replies
Check again no replies
Sleep’s the hardest foe to fight
You resist but know it’s right
When it’s dark it comes to light
I grab a pen and then I write
Flick the light
3-am I take another shower
Fading in and out, running out of Power
Leaning like the tower
Pieces of my mind, slowly on decline
Scattered like the thesis of our times
Feeling even worse,
Feeling cursed
Staring at the ceiling hoping that it talks back
The sun is not appealing, I don’t really want that
Found home in the nighttime
Perfect place to put all my problems in the limelight
Living like a hermit, watching for the serpents
Searching for a sermon, searching for a purpose
Just to be a decent person
Paralysis
Temporary inability to move or speak while asleep or waking
Try to move your heart is the only thing shaking
Try to run try to scream you can’t
Try to hide try to fight you won’t
Feel afraid feel helpless you will
Time alone, think what could’ve been
Now you’re on your own, how it should’ve been