No Rest For the Weary….
No Rest For The Weary…..
Laying in my bed,
watching a disease
suffocating me,
as I pray for sleep-
only to find
it never comes…
Too many thoughts traverse
through the corridors
of my undefined mind,
delusions of fear take over
because nowadays…
the sand man passes me by….
Adrift to dream,
dream to drift,
nothing comes but images
and thoughts that won’t shut up,
a new crime my body commits,
a lack of sleep makes one mad
as it drains my brain
of the essence of life.
So tired I feel,
eyes are heavy,
why won’t they just close,
find their way home,
find their passage
to the hollow halls
where quiet rests,
there is no rest
no rest for the weary…..
Too many thoughts traverse
through the corridors
of my undefined mind,
mixed emotions,
broken mirrors in a fun house
but it isn’t fun anymore,
confusion takes over
making it harder…
ever harder to find
that peaceful place
called sleep…..
Questions arise
like a vicious spirit
haunting my mind
kicking the covers to and fro,
worries arrest my body,
pain flows with such malice
through my innocent veins,
what used to be isn’t anymore,
nothing makes it go away,
everything hurts,
but tears won’t come,
pain can’t find escape
no more than the blood
that runs through us
lest death takes over….
I don’t want to die,
I don’t want to be sick,
I don’t want to always be so tired
because sleep doesn’t come,
I want to breathe again,
I want to feel
what it feels like to sleep…..
Too many thoughts traverse
through the corridors
of my undefined mind,
delusions of fear take over
because nowadays…
the sand man passes me by….
So I pray for sleep….
I pray for peace….
I pray for sleep…
I pray…I pray…
only sleep never comes…
© by Kristy Tallman – February 2009.
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