Sketching Poems

Sleep

I failed

I scared to be alive,

I wasted my 6 lives

1 more to go

I waited for 9 to 9, 

I walked 9 miles,

I leave behind the paths where thrones were served, 

I walked on them,

To suffer,

To feel the pain,

Dimensional delusions,

And working presence,

My dreams aren't hallucinations,

They meant so much to me,

Don't take it,

I plead.

I wrote those drawings,

You really wonder how?

You imagine you draw,

I imagined I wrote, 

1 sheet,

2 sheets and those papers are filled with masterpieces.

Graphite pencils shade the darkness,

So does the shadow,

Who lives with me,

Behind me,

Always with me,

Might be you,

Or my serenity,

I adore,

I pity.

And you sketch my portrait,

And I wrote a poem for you.