Way Out Of My Thoughts
When I can’t sleep, I think and when I finally fall asleep, I dream. Sometimes I daydream too even at nighttime when I struggle to find sleep. I’ve learnt to write down my thoughts to ease the mental pressure. Here’s one I wrote a while back.
I
It’s not a game I like to play
Love is never a game
Yet I find myself coming again
No insights for my brain
It’s not too dark like yesterday
II
It’s easy for me to write always
It takes less space
I cling to the margins of sight
Footpath in the field of hay
Let me roll in it for some play
III
The game I play everyday in my head
Running the words between two friends
I can’t write anything yet
It’s no writer’s block I suffer
The thoughts of loving I can’t expel
I cling to the edge of time
IV
Double-barrel slap of no innocence
I ached in my sleep, nay in my head
The words I couldn’t conjure
Never enough of a flexible thought
I’m too happy for my beloved
So I blocked out from view the words
V
I am ever patient to dispel the frown
Ah, the footpath to the stream
Bedevilled by the birds whispering
I tried to whistle not like a clown
But worst than an acapella singer
See the birds mocking my singing
VI
I can’t get the words out of the factory
The place where they are formed
Blocked by the passage of time
Time spent being happy in love
I’m loved up and I get no thoughts
VII
This is nothing but madness
For months we have been friends
Now it’s beautiful beyond words
Poetry was my way out of my thoughts
Before she came around
She cared for my state of mind
VIII
Never one to get upset over a thing
So I’m unchallenged and free
Unencumbered rolling in the hay
The fields of the mind is dry
The sun shining bright at noon time
I’m running late for my spine
IX
The tank is running low
It’s not too dark, I see my shadow
Nay, my shadows are everywhere
They trail me like the atmosphere
I’m not afraid of going out
Though the darkness is unfriendly
X
Now I can’t tell my story like I want
Poetry was the way out of my thoughts
Yet I can’t run the words for comfort
Let me find solace under my duvet
For the bed is cold I can’t find the word
It’s for my love and I need to pray
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