
On sleepless nights I turn
and toss
All in reverse
whilst laying damp
with salty sweat and tears that dribble from my eyes
Forming patches of my shame
Amongst my sheets
I turn over every crumb
you gave to me
and try to flick it far away
but still you stay
I wake up wondering
where I am
and who
and why?
And like a spy
My wandering eye
will make a fuss
The shadow corners
Sail across the room
with passing headlights
passing lives
Awake like me
In light of day
I know I'll pay
will pay
For sleepless nights
About the Creator
Nessy Writer
A freelance writer of all sorts sharing it out with the world. Poetry, prose, advice, reviews and travel writing.
For all my writing and my poetry collection: https://linktr.ee/nessywriter



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