Numbness
The minute hand of the clock finally hit the 12, the hour hand rest at 2 steadily, it’s 2 AM now, and I am pulling the blanket over my head, there’s no winter in my city, despite the cold winds that blow, it’s always warm, there’s winter inside me, raging a snow storm, and I clutch pillow harder, I hear footsteps of a familiar lady, slowly reaching for my head, and before she can pull the blanket down, I whisper faintly, ‘I am good. Let me sleep please.’ I hear her heart aching but I can’t see her sorrow, for I am too drowned in my misery, to understand her own. the minute hand ran to 10, and it’s 10 minutes over 2. I see moon beaming in my window, casting nets of light on dream catcher, the wind chime is singing melancholy, with the lyrics of tick tock, and I am here holding puzzled pieces of past, trying to figure out wisdom in pain, I see ghosts howling in the backyard of my dreams numb I am today, there’s not even a whispered scream, my fai...