Failure

Starry Night Over Rhone by Vincent Van Gogh

I know it will come to this point when I will say goodbye to the stars and the sky. I am not among them anymore. They look down upon me now, and I stare back at them gnawing. I am now stuck to the ground, and I must embrace it for I shall be made a fool if I didn’t. Perhaps someday I will be worthy to be with the constellations once more. But in the meantime, I can only do as much as making impressions with my shadow. It is the only way I can become a giant to reach the place where I used to belong. It is the only way that I can reminisce what I was worth. My fate has brought me back to the ground where I shall dream once more; where I shall look back at the stars and the sky gnawing, but ever hopeful.

Insomnia

Once again, the Sandman is tardy for his nightly visits
Displacing the long queue of impatient dreams;
Stimulating what's left of a tired mind.
Wearily I wander off into the blankness
Of this empty room
Listening to the croaking of frogs at dawn
Waiting for the downpour.
I watch as my worries fall into place
Filling the recesses
Of this empty room.
Unfailingly, they lift me up from comfort
And send me pulling out words and putting them here.
These pathetic excuses for facing the truth,
Once articulated, seem pointless and empty.
Like those long, mundane tales
Tucking me back into the soft, warm sheets,
And drowning everything in cotton.
Soon the rain sings with the choir of amphibians.
Their song resonates in my restless mind,
Until its waves entwine with mine;
Until it turns into a lullaby;
Until it becomes peace
For this empty room.