Sadly I must confess
for the thought of you
which once helped me sleep at night
now burdens me obsessively
For even though you were once my remedy
whenever I had Amnesia
you’ve now become my sleepless night
As those
portraits of your golden smiles,
which were once displayed adjacently
behind my silent eyelids,
now push roaring rivers of anxiety
within my very veins
poisonously towards my fading heartbeat
whenever flashbacks of you hijack my pillow
and drown my mind in a river of thought
which cynically flow from a fountain of truths
when a cage of insecurities
blocks my heart from accommodating you
and my mind from pulling you
beyond a treadmill of jagged questions
piled up by my regrets and failures
towards telling you how I truly feel
