I sleep now
with no dreams
a painful peace
I start to try and sleep
and nightly
I miss having a mind to care for
as I fell asleep
I used to fall asleep
thinking of Irene
I used to fall asleep
thinking of a dream
yet both have been taken
least for now
yet I should be able to sleep
without either of those
yet I find nothing to think of
that doesn't end up or start with her
or with the dream that was broken
I find now
that I have leapt from dream desire
and obsession
ever since I broke the second level of innocence
I can't bury myself in work again
yet now I have legitimate and healthy reason too
if I hadn't broken it by hurtful obsession earlier
I can't bury myself in a person
I have no person for which I have feelings
and
now even if I did it wouldn't be healthy
I can't bury myself in books
I have too much of an association
between what is read and what is seen
I can't bury myself in running
I have no safe way to do this
between Henry and my stopping point
I can't ally myself with a playlist
I made them for these
and now the genres all take me back
so few can I hear and not think of what I shouldn't
for bringing back this past doesn't help
I can bury myself in somethings
neither are going to work immediately
least most likely
neither will satisfy me immediately
least most likely
so I bury myself in two hopes
two faint hopes
two failing fledgling hopes
in these two failing fledgling hopes I bury myself
JE LEEST
O' I take Emotion
TienerfictieI posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample I take a look around and I see not faces but places places were faces are hid hid behind the wome...
