There are a lot of things that can close
I can close my door
I can close a box
I can close a latch
I can close my computer, sometimes
But I cannot seem to be able to close my eyes
I stare at nothing for 8 hours
Complete darkness and utter silence
Everyone else has gone to sleep
Except me and the owl outside who sing
I lay there
Watching the numbers on the clock go on and on
Wondering when I will disappear into my subconscious
Wondering when I will drift into the oblivion
But I lose hope when I see the light creeping out of the cracks in the window blinds
I watch the sun rise as my sanity falls.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI write a poem about what I'm feeling and a song that goes with the poem about what I'm feeling so it's really a song that goes with what I'm feeling