THE AWAKENING


Teach me,
To stop writing about you
To stop seeing you beneath my eyelids,
Picturing myself with you
Caught in your sea blue eyes, and
A deep sonorous voice, sending impulses
To my heart,
Reminding it to beat

But how could this be,
How is it that you could ever teach me
When there’s something else about me?
I never get noticed
Especially by you, and
Each time, I die a little more,
Fading slowly into the midnight winds
Because I’m alone, once again,
With my thoughts soon to become demons.

– ‘leye

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