My Eyes Waken
Payton Marshall
When I sleep, my mind rids knowledge of your absence,
it has a witty way of attempting to caress myself,
holding mean to mind’s deepest desires.
In morning, my eyes waken,
initial thoughts are always of you.
But you aren’t here,
so each morning mourns of disappointment.
A routine of repetitive daggered pains,
where the sting never lessens since its freshly stabbed at the greet of each day.
It’s agonizing waking up and becoming friend to myself,
comforting her for something I too do not understand.
Where conscious meets reason creates a line of fragmented emotion,
where humanistic features become immortal souls of the ones who wish not to feel.
In morning, my eyes waken,
but I induced my soul into longed sleep,
In hopes to hinder agony of heart’s absence
to the mornings you’ll never come.
In morning, my eyes waken,
where I take maximizing efforts to lay lifeless.
It’s challenging to find reason to breathe when life has left your bed with shivering sheets, and echoed traces of cologne that looses scent with the passing of each day.
She wonders if you ever existed, or if it was just a dream
for in morning her eyes waken,
but.she.never. did.
Payton Marshall
When I sleep, my mind rids knowledge of your absence,
it has a witty way of attempting to caress myself,
holding mean to mind’s deepest desires.
In morning, my eyes waken,
initial thoughts are always of you.
But you aren’t here,
so each morning mourns of disappointment.
A routine of repetitive daggered pains,
where the sting never lessens since its freshly stabbed at the greet of each day.
It’s agonizing waking up and becoming friend to myself,
comforting her for something I too do not understand.
Where conscious meets reason creates a line of fragmented emotion,
where humanistic features become immortal souls of the ones who wish not to feel.
In morning, my eyes waken,
but I induced my soul into longed sleep,
In hopes to hinder agony of heart’s absence
to the mornings you’ll never come.
In morning, my eyes waken,
where I take maximizing efforts to lay lifeless.
It’s challenging to find reason to breathe when life has left your bed with shivering sheets, and echoed traces of cologne that looses scent with the passing of each day.
She wonders if you ever existed, or if it was just a dream
for in morning her eyes waken,
but.she.never. did.
