I don’t know if it makes sense
To damage someone beyond repair
And put them on the fence.
I wonder if anyone can hear
The screams; fading echoes
louder than night waves
sharper than a prey’s fear.
Yelling in the pillow –
yearning to be expressed
If you can hear the howls I swallow,
Show me a way of life to follow
I sleep and sleep away my pain
But it’s always there when I awaken.
When you ask me why I don’t want to fall asleep,
It’s only because I have to wake up and
build myself all over again.
So far, I do, eager to free this chain
I sleep to escape, wake up to remain
All in vain.
A nocturnal being, Samira studies Architecture and Design. She is a professional over thinker and a part-time procrastinator filling blank pages with contemplation. She is quite fast at typing messages but never picks up phone calls. You can reach Samira at firstname.lastname@example.org
The poem appeared in the April 2021 Issue of Pop the Culture Pill. Read the complete issue now!