Some nights sleep without us
When my eyes fold,
they go not to rest,
they fall into rivers that flow behind the retinas
this is a painting of unfulfilled dreams dancing in lonely grave
Suffocation is the metaphor for staying awake at 2am,
to demonstrate image of pain
as i await the monster folded in my bones to break fast
depression becomes the invisible bug that flies on the skin of nights.
Copyright © Benyeakeh Miapeh | Year Posted 2024
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