Under The Shallow

Only the midnight time calls for my patience to grow
I’m growing thin in my skin again as the light shows
Though life is a treasure
But where is the treasure measured for this pleasure?
Forgive me, for I’ve fallen down to my knees
Not of repentance but of love
Love lost in my bloodstream.
Sleep is inimical to my life
Pillows of feathers are stuffed in bags
For my head to rest
But rest is a challenge because the world is drowning down…under the shallow.

By Vapooreyez (T.I.R.)

I love writing poetry and am a songwriter. I've been writing since I was 11 years old. My expression is dark and errie for the detailed eye, but extremly understanding to anyone who can capture my vision. Thanks.