want to snooze but rather refuse to it
even all throughout the night i weep
i just can't find some sleep
succumb to weariness
from the sore body or my throbbing eyes
painful headaches and some other aches
truly have no idea nor any purpose
alone in the hush of the darkness
consume by the stillness, emptiness, numbness
converted into a shallow unwanted piece of fake trinket
a fake charm left alone to rot, wilt, cease to exist
and no one seems to notice
bangag_pa nov11 1357-nov12 1644
Monday, November 12, 2007
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