Naturally, I Think About Everything But Especially When I’m In Bed,
Snug Beneath The Covers,
Watching The Shadows Dance
Along My Bedroom Walls.
I Desire Rest But It Doesn’t Come Easy.
My Brain Is Always On Overdrive
Retracing Steps And Uprooting
Past Impressions.
I Wish I Could Bury My Imagination
Just For Tonight But
From Every Edge Of My Chest And
Corner Of My Mind,
All That Replies Is Come Back
To The Moment And I Submit,
Rerunning Every Encounter
That Transpired Between Us.
I Can Physically Run,
But My Mental Always Entraps Me.
Nerves Shot And Signaled And
Adrenaline Escapes Simply Because
I Can’t Keep The Feelings At Bay.
If Only I Could Control, Alt, Delete The Memories. If Only For The Nights To Come.
Because Slumber, I Need.
It’s The Only Recipe For My Desperate Confirmation Of Clarity.
Ah I know it’s been a while since i've put up anything here and well I actually had a lot going on, I moved to a new city, Picked up a new job etc etc and it's been tough for a while but I guess from today you’ll be seeing more of my poetry ❤️