Insomnia (Poem)
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
My dreams filled
Strange, wonderful images
Of us together
Being content.
I eat, breathe and think
You all the time,
Almost as though I would
Die without you in my mind.
I need to see you to believe,
What luck, your beauty,
Almost perfect for me,
Almost perfect for eternity!
© 2019 Wendy Engela