Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

The river of 4 am. Flows through my heart and fills my brain I see moonshine in its ripples I see my pain reflected in the moon It is only at 4 am. that I can touch the moon By dipping my foot into the river To pretend that I am living two lives at once One on earth, in its predictable climate And the other in the river, to where we are all sure to return Sometimes I sleep soundly through the river's calling Other times I feel like I'm drowning at 4 am. And I know it's the river being angry at me Causing a shipwreck in my mind All the anxiety sinking to the bottom To be decomposed and eaten by tiny fish Don't be mad, river of 4 am. I always long to sleep through you But sometimes I fall into a state vanity And I just want to touch the moon

The empty sidewalks, the leering stares Not scared anymore, nobody cares Can it just be me and the moon Why does the sun have to come so soon I used to have dreams, now my mind's gone Seems like the crazy in my head has won The silhouettes on the wall are my friends Those lonely romances, too, come to an end Let the darkness envelope me, keep me warm Let my insanity keep me away from the storm Trying not to look at all I've left behind Don't feel pity, just look after me, I'm blind Keep marching on without destination Succumbing to every inclination Dissect every flaw, every whisper of fear Keep my mind foggy, keep my thoughts clear Wishing I had no memory Wishing I had no sympathy Can this feeling that I can't comprehend Be killed, mutilated, put to an end? Can it be walked out? Talked out? Can it be drunk, drunk, drunk and knocked out? My mind is just a hamster wheel Getting tired, when really all I feel Is insomnia and a case of common sen...