A Valueless Wall
The time was 10:35
On the clock,
I cannot sleep,
I cannot walk
I just lay here
Writing this piece,
Not living,
But silently existing
I am confused about
My reality,
Why can’t I sleep?
Running in my own
Consciousness, trying
To climb a mountain
That is steep.
Even if I can’t, why should I?
Can’t I answer the questions?
Can I only ask why?
Do I even help anyone?
At all?
Or what I might have achieved is just a
Valueless wall.
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