INSOMNIA
I pray, my son, from the bottom of my heart, that someone is with you in that moment you are called. Someone who loves you like me. Someone who misses you like me. Someone who breaks like me. I pray, my son, from the bottom of my heart - that it never will be me.
Art series, future, photography, photo, photo art, foto, fotograf, Tina Langenbach, varberg, halland, sweden
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Insomnia

The weeping willow taken root in my bed

Allowing its branches to wind round my body

The vines pressing life out of me

Hauling me away from my beloved

 

Bemoaning me what I recall at night

What I wish to forget

Grieving what I forget by day

What I wish to recall

 

The tears falling over my forehead

Repeatedly night after night

Until I find peace

The torture shall never cease

                                        ~

 

Supplement: John 14:27

  • Insomnia
  • Grieving

Insomnia

The weeping willow taken root in my bed

Allowing its branches to wind round my body

The vines pressing life out of me

Hauling me away from my beloved

 

Bemoaning me what I recall at night

What I wish to forget

Grieving what I forget by day

What I wish to recall

 

The tears falling over my forehead

Repeatedly night after night

Until I find peace

The torture shall never cease

~

 

Supplement: John 14:27

  • Insomnia
  • Grieving