Meager light that comes from the
lampshade by the bed was just
enough to guide your pen
against the rough paper of your journal.
Random thoughts appear
from nowhere, though most of
them don’t make sense,
like the world to you.
You keep on trying to feel anything,
even when numbness has encapsulated
your senses; much less failed you
to recognize any emotion at all.
So there you are, amidst the dull
summer night, scribbling all the things
that’s been bothering you for way
too long that it almost made you lunatic. ©