Sleepless Nights

I spend hours with the waxing moon

among distant calls from known lands,

walls are around in a roofless room

I cannot run away, but my thoughts can.

A vivid imagination I compose

they take the shape of my dire desires,

the thirst bellows, I’m forced to drink remorse.

I think of a picture of a brighter tomorrow

but as tomorrow transits to today

my hopes bleed black with familiar sorrow.

Each day the waning moon cries

upon the sight of my wretched soul

the stars take pity and align

to resurrect my dead hope

I feed myself this false assurance

sugar coated relish of hidden lies

that tells me tomorrow will be better

just suffer one more painful night

and like this I have spent endless years,

I cry as much as I breath,

I am afraid one day

I may run out of tears.

I gather weakened strength

to win lost fights,

and I spend contemplating, alone

weaving hopeless dreams in sleepless nights.

- Pranay Mishra