Sometimes my conscious is awake
and I find a way to make peace with myself
but the silence keeps creeping in
it’s not something I’m used to
but sometimes something I enjoy
various questions arise
sometimes they leave me surprised
I don’t always necessarily pay attention to the crimes my thoughts are committing
to my state of mind
they are inflicting pain
they are causing harm to my daily patterns, my daily living
it makes me question my internal knowledge
I want my soul to stay clean eternal
I keep writing random words in my journal
but in the back of my mind the words that should have cleared are still floating internal
my sleep patterns are so messed up I’ve become nocturnal
but my instincts still manage to stay maternal
if I don’t find peace within myself, I’ll get killed by the external
Poetry & Self-Awareness 