Sleep
I used to be indifferent to sleep,
it’s just a necessity,
Now it’s the only thing I look forward to,
Aside from the constant waking,
it numbs my pain.
And when mourning arrives,
it all comes flooding back.
Do I feel more pain? The pain that my dreams suppressed?
The dreams that you won’t seem to leave,
Because when I awake,
my bed is half empty,
Just like the glass on the side.
