The dog

I take myself for a walk like a dog, I do not howl to the loneliness, more like I feed it with my dark circles. 

So I am left with closed eyelids but a mind that goes crazy and for that, I take myself out for a run every day at all hours to feel that fatigue that every night slips through my fingers.

I tried the trick of counting sheeps’ but I think that even they have their limits and my bones never find comfort in beds made of stones.

It is that I close my eyes and beg the angels to take the air from me like a leash:

“Please give me these six hours of fix where I can forget for a while what it feels like to be my angel.

Please give me the exhaustion of a hundred blocks and let me sleep tonight."

 

Ta.