I no longer sleep
I linger
in the silence of what is
and whatever comes next
somewhere between forgettin and feelin
I’ve painted myself
in strokes midnight and dawn
colors that no one ever asked for
on pages no one really wants
the ink runs dry
then floods the page
I drown
I thirst
then drown again
it bleeds out truth
even when I’ve begged it not to
I reach for the stars
not to hold them
just to feel somethin
on my fingertips
somethin bright
for once
that won’t leave a mark
I rarely search for answers
just quiet
just stillness
just a moment
where I don’t feel like slippin
in a world that doesn’t pause
but I do
right here
in the soft moments
just before the sun
where the ink settles
and for a breath
so do I
Fantastic!
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I love the part that you are drowning, then thirsty and then drowning again. I can see that feeling happening in life. Nice spill.
thank you
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Incredible write my friend, can definitely relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you