sleep
I've forgotten how to sleep
Because I've Been painting
the blurry, faded stars
with colors of the melting wax
colorless
but reminiscent of the
Burning flames.
Burnt.
Black Like the fumbling lines
struggling to keep it
flawless.
Strokes.
Searching for its destination
Where should I end it?
Should I begin?
Crooked
spiraling into the stormy cyclone
Of crumbled belief.
Result.
A horrifying picture of uncertainties.
Until, a shadow guides
my hand to its flaws.