Sometimes

Sometimes I can't sleep thinking
I might look like a dead man.

Sometimes I can't because I might
Wake up remembering I'm really one.

Sometimes trying to get sleep
Is like trying to hold water,

With my bare and calloused hands,
No matter how I try, it all slips away

Sometimes when my eyes just shut, Obscurity wakes me up,

Sometimes I surrender and give it up
Only to talk to darkness,

Sometimes I talk to nothing,  and
Insanely laugh with the shadows,

Sometimes I get bored and lie down,
On the bed, eyes open, thinking-

Maybe I am to entertain the black,
Make myself a toy of the dark,

Maybe I'm meant to be friends with
The night; and foes with the day

Maybe my ears are meant for
Hearing the whispers of silence only,

Maybe my eyes aren't meant
For liveliness; but for the stillness,

Maybe I'm not meant to close my eyes
Until darkness itself goes to sleep.

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19-02-2016