1 AM
written by: Natalia Aeschliman
The world sleeps.
My mind awakened by sweaty sheets,
Wondering, thinking,
All of the things that could’ve been.
Asteroid.
Star.
The moon doesn’t speak to me.
Not the moon,
Not the trees.
Everything is so silent,
Everything, except, me.
Burning embers.
Scars of the past,
Become weeping ghosts…
In search of healing.
Blood stains remain,
Where the memory once stood.
I look for these ghosts,
In this empty room.
Only to find darkness.
Always searching,
Never dark enough.
Sorrow, empty halls,
Echoes of a life once lived.
A life grieved.
Whisper.
Whisper.
Let me go back to sleep,
So I can awake in the morning,
And pretend
There’s absolutely nothing
wrong with me.
MAY 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
My name is Natalia, I was born in Puerto Rico. I live a very simple life with my husband and 2 beautiful kids. I keep my heart humble, and my words beautifully vulnerable. I write because it is in my soul. I write because I don't know how to live without it. There's something beautiful that only poetry can create in your soul.
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