
I guess it isn't news that me and insomnia signed a deal
Overthinking , the enemy who comes and steal peace
Worry, the one who lays next in bed with me
Hope, the one who remained invisible, even when next to me
I wonder when all this would cease
When my life would change in values of degrees
When all this tension wouldn't snap me in my sleep
Sometimes I even neglect when the shepherd speaks
I have been hoping on that parable
Where he leaves his herd to search for the rebel
Everything around me seems to be in a mess
What was even once heavenly has become my hell
When it happened to others , I felt it wouldn't happen to me
Like we had some sort of immunity, like a vaccine
But I guess I was on a high horse indeed
Those dreams aren't anywhere near reality
I hope to be found someday
Because I get more lost when I try to find my way
Palms together as I try to pray
Stopping midway as doubts come to prey
Shepherd, I hope you are trying to locate me under this scorching sun
That's if you even noticed that I was gone
I miss the sound of your voice
The peace you gave, matched with so much more
I try to keep it simple, trying to connect
So lost, there isn't a connection even after so much factory reset
I hope you don't find me late in time
Yours sincerely, the 1 away from the 99
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.




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