an untitled poem

Untitled-1

 

Another day’s just gone away

without saying —

goodbye.

 

 

It’s time —

to sleep.

It’s finally when I can live

my imaginary life.

 

 

Sunshine will softly touch my lips,

the wind will slowly kiss my hair

and the daisies will gently –

lie down next to me.

 

 

We’ll talk til’ eventide,

then the wind will start to scratch my skin

and the daisies will suddenly cry.

And there’re droplets — in my eyes.

 

 

Is it dawn, or is it bright?

Is it day or is it night?

Am I awake or am I asleep?

Or I am —

living someone else’s life.

 

 

A random poem I wrote on a random night (that I’m too embarrassed to put it on facebook)

-dgna-

July 2017

Advertisements