5 AM

Running in insomnia
Through maze in mind yet not tired
Enough to sleep

# 116

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Life Nightmare Song

Life is like a very beautiful song.
It’s so wrong when I lost purpose to sing.
I start to see where I can belong
But it’s not strong to keep me breathing.

I dreamed of flying in first class,
Sipped from glass with diamond embedded.
I dreamed of summer houses; one in vast
Orchards; another with oceanic surrounding.

Why they seem not important anymore?
All day long, I watched sun dazzling.
Am I wrecked, dead, or just bored?
How to restore a power of living?

And at night, I cannot sleep peacefully
As I hope to hear guided lullaby plays freely.
Those life nightmares from the scariest stories
Can’t compete this moment silence of eternity.

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Cough Syrup Is Always Too Sweet

 

Cough syrup is always too sweet.
I stare at ceiling, grit my teeth.
The night is so long when can’t sleep.
Another dry one makes me leap.

Cough syrup is always too sweet.
I am bored to count my heartbeats.
Then the weight shifts down on the sheet.
I feel your body and the heat.

Cough syrup is always too sweet.
I shake head, don’t need any treats.
You smile, whisper “try this, please?”
I smile, reply “what it is?”

The warm lips take my breath. It defeats.
Cough syrup is always too sweet.

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#staring at ceiling, insomnia night (2016.05.14)