Thoughts

Sometimes my thoughts need to be voiced or I'll go insane with long intervals of sanity. *Not really a poem. Couldn't find anything closer to whatever you'd call this.*

Sometimes in the night time while the whole world is sleeping and I’m awake, I think outside of my existence. I’m struck by the reality of my mortality and the plethora of possibilities that my 15 years of living could be taken away from me. I try to imagine those possibilities. What if I was suddenly smothered by an intruder that swept into the night, buried into the murderous pillow that once comforted me? Or what if my own father sleeping soundly upstairs woke in a furious rampage and stabbed me in the back? Or what if I go to sleep.. and never wake up. I try laying down to see what it'd be like to wake up dead. I know nothing about any life beyond death regardless of my Christian faith and to even try fathoming what could be there waiting for you after you die scares me back into sanity.. at the moment.

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[Yaseen J Malik]

Interesting piece.
I like the way u let your let your thought wander into darkened places.
There is beauty in madness, horror in sanity