Goodknight
Sometimes I say goodnight, but I still cannot sleep
I just stay awake and think, trying not to weep
I think about the past and things I just can't let go
I think about the feelings, I try hard not to show
I think of all the time I've wasted, what I let slip away
but I also think of time I have, eager to start another day
I still think about you, although I'm really not sure why
I think of thing I'd rather not still, no matter how I try
I speak of things in whispers, sitting, talking to myself
I talk of all my problems and my lack of mental health
I ponder of the could have beens and of what there is to be
I ponder all my inner good and what stength is left in me
I tell myself stop thinking, jut try and clear your mind
so you will have more room for what you are meant to find
so I brush the dirt off shoulders, lay the weight down off my back
I stop being so hard on me, try to cut myself some slack
until I slowly fall asleep, slowly doze off in a daze
so maybe I can find my way through real lifes crazy maze.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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