SOMEONE says, ‘hello’
& i am having trouble
falling to sleep; time ticks
by and i feel on my own
my heart is a cement anchor
across the depths of seas
equilibrium is a gift for
stronger minds : the moon
is made of cheese and sheep
help me to fall to sleep –>
so (ugh) here i am/my thoughts
unfortunate soldiers full of
numb//falling dead around me
within my room\\ so here i once
again go. total delirium/
fantasy fighting thin reality.
so here we all go.
:: 08.06.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 