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[Helga]

I don't know what title to choose so right now it's untitled...

Lying in my bed,
with my head under the sheats.
Don't want to see the daylight.
With my watch by my ear
so I can hear time pass me by,
hear life pass me by.
I can't sleep all night,
I don't feel life all day.
I walk around with no emotions.
I feel like I'm invisible,
nobody sees me as I pass them by.
I see them were ever I go.
So full of life,
so full of something I don't know.
Sleep is all I ask for.
A night without hearing
the ticking of time.

[Sitaram]

suggestion.... I read poem, asked my mind for a title, my mind said, Call it "Might Have Been"

I asked my mind if it would please explain. Mind said, "We'll see."

[Helga]

I am curious, a good suggestion. I just wonder what your mind was thinking...

[Sitaram]

My mind is very secretive regarding thought, and does not always confide in me.

[Helga]

OK, just let me know...

[mono]

Beautiful work, Helga. I apologize that I have not had the ability to get a good read of this poem until now, but the wait seemed worth the pleasure of reading this.
I can certainly relate that sleep, especially without the worry of time, seems the best, and most healthy, manner of escaping some of the taunts of consciousness, and blankets seem to provide the best comfort. I hope the best for your slumber. ;)

[R. Schmidt]

"Little Sister Death"