Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

There’s a kind of numbness that doesn’t look dramatic from the outside. You’re awake, you respond, you move through the world — but something in you isn’t fully present. It’s not sleep, but it isn’t living either.

This piece plays with the familiar idea that someone else can “wake” you. Fairy tales love that narrative. Real life doesn’t always follow it.

Some states don’t break with a kiss.
Some disconnection doesn’t lift just because someone cares.

That doesn’t make it less real.
It just means the way back has to start from the inside.

— Rowan Evans

No Prince for This Sleep
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I’m conscious—
but not really here,
lost in my mind,

waiting for you
to find me.

It’s like I sleep
even as I speak—
but I’m not beautiful…

So I’m
sleeping ugly,

waiting for somebody
to come and love me—

to wake me
from this
comatose apathy.

Journey into the Hexverse!

[Low Hum]
Depression isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s a quiet presence—a low hum beneath everything. This poem explores that silence, and the small moments that help break through it.

[Right Behind My Eyes]
A raw and introspective poem exploring dissociation, emotional distance, and the grounding power of love. Right Behind My Eyes captures the feeling of watching your life from afar–and what keeps you from disappearing completely.

[Not Crisis, Just Constant]
Not all struggles are loud. Some live in the background—a constant presence you learn to carry. This poem explores anxiety, isolation, and the quiet tension between wanting connection and fearing it.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]