ALSphere Foundation
Dazed and burnt out,
tired and lonely.
Silently suffering
in this wretched agony.
Counting the stars,
pondering with a sigh,
overtired ears
miss your lullaby.
Is it just me, or
you too feel the same.
My soul suffocates in
lonesome discrete name.
Weakened from the core
in this warm July.
My fatigued soul
miss your lullaby.
Rock me to sleep as
my insomniac eyes,
stay awake wide with
silent long drawn cries.
Share my anguish
with this little magpie
who too along with me
miss your lullaby.
