I still lay awake,
Thinking that midnight is far rewarding than the day,
Hearing the raindrops,
Falling from the heavens; shattering like pearl drops.
I know that the path to the valley is lonesome,
Feeling like it is still waiting for me,
I could feel the scent of flowers,
The yellow bluish gentian which covers the path.
The memories of the day comes in to my mind,
Again colouring my iris,
Silently diffusing in to me,
Like an enigmatic creeper.
Closing my eyes I could feel,
That I could feel my soul floating,
In the sea unfamiliar to me,
The sea of million faces…
The pervasion which falls around me,
Around my self-centered world,
The provenance falls around me,
And I can feel myself drowning.
The suffocation gets in to my nerves,
Sometimes like if I am never alive,
Like if I am not exist with blood and heat,
Inside the canopy of reality and victory.
The distant call of a sparrow,
Which I could feel the pain,
Growing from nothing to chaos,
Like if it’s in my own palm dying.
Realizing what I cared yesterday,
And what I have really given back,
Making me ill and scream,
Like the ravage of sanity.
Thinking what I have left for me,
And what really about myself,
Trying to go back sleep,
I could feel the numbness.
As the emptiness hovers over me,
Like a demon watching his prey,
The window puts its dull shadows,
Over the light olive walls of my room.
Knowing whether I am wrong,
Or whether I am right,
And knowing it doesn’t really matter anymore,
Thoughts smothering me like ether.
As the time passes like falling leaves,
Thinking how to forget everything,
And how to impale the pain,
I still lay awake…
