Are you okay, or are you happy?

I closed my eyes at 8 pm,
“If I could dream,” I hoped.
But I fell deep into darkness,
Drowning in my thoughts.

Is this how it looks like?
Is it this empty, this quiet;
The end—is there nothing in it?

I could look around
But I could summon
No sense, no will.

My eyes opened
I checked the time—
It was 6 am,
And my heart felt heavy.

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Categories: Poetry

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Benie Langat

Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.