I lay my head down to sleep
But can't rest these torpid eyes
For my mind rather replay cognitive perplexities.
I lay still wondering what have I become?
I lay still wondering why me?
I lay still wondering am I the one?
I lay still thinking of what may be
I lay still thinking why'd he even chose me?
I lay still thinking where did everything go wrong?
I lay still hoping he'd just come home
I lay still hoping I'm not the crazy one
I lay still hoping I'm the only one.
As I move to gasp for breath
I then realized he never left.
For my unknown erotic of sadness has triggered yet another episode of madness
I try not to cry, I try not to pout,
but depression has set in and there's just no way out.
About the Creator
Deborah Portillo
I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.
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