INSOMIA

My pen is swaying and dancing like a ballerina in a musical show,
In a blank white smooth sheet of paper, it will perform,
Scribbling emotions of shattered dreams,
Like a glass who fell, scattered broken into pieces.

My mind is soaring deeply in the shadow of the dark,
Forgetting to bring its present logic in sanity,
The time of reason has withdrawn on this part of the story,
It has emptied whatever thoughts to be impart.

My heart is beating so fast like racing cars,
Wanted to hit the home run after it came into full circle many times,
To drift with the pain and serious melancholy like a cat who loudly meowed but was only heard,
It never give up to catch the race of time and space..

My body is suffering like a dead meat forcing its mobility,
Tired muscles will stretch like a rubber band showcasing its elasticity,
Breaking bones that sounded like bended bamboo trees blown by the wind,
Exhausted spirit, waiting for the eyes to shut, for dreams to begin..

INSOMNIA by maricar alquizola
12/04/2015 at 1:01am | MTA ©