I fight the night for sleep, I beg it for even a minure of rest.
To be able to lay my head down in peace is becoming a tiring test.
My eyes attempt to close but my mind runs with endless conversations with myself,asking exhausting questions like “How?” “what has led you here?”
In the stillness of this bed my mind plays out what I thought I once so well knew but only in the form of fear.
To this unrelenting sheet my fingers are cleaving,
Questions i can not answer have leached themselves into my mind, taunting me, with no intention of leaving.
Peace is as forigen to me as an undiscovered language, I take a deep breath……. but I cant seem to exhale.
like a unsteady train I search for something that will take me to my final destination: Rest, but after some time on the track they all derail.
My eyes scan my dark and quite room, taking their sweet time to close,
They work against me as I try to find sleep, A fact it denies but so well knows.
And like a to eager child, only ready to play with his new toy at Christmas, you discarded the manual and ruined what you so long had waited for.