Insanity craves. Days what have you become?
To me rather than let the sun rise, let the sunset again.
Once. Twice. Is it night?
Food passes my mind, the body wonders of the crime.
Adrenaline flows through me, waves of wonder crash onto me,
As I breath in and give a harsh cough, "Why sir, did thou forget to sleep?"
"Doll, it hasn't been a week." "Thy weak is up, for sleep is none."
"Alas, I shall cherish this moment of grief as my eyes shut and to my belief I have come to rest."
But wrestle I do as I toss and turn. My teeth, they clench for what it's worth.
Stress driven, coping mechanism. Confusion, an endless desperation.
Hope for what has been, there since the beginning.
For one only knows what they see , what they seek may be out of reach.
Or in their hands they hold so tight that they cover their own shimmering light.
Rest assured, one night a week, for replenish what time is left to be.
Hurt and amusement all in one... Rise, it is your time, for a new day has begun!
To not reap in sorrow's field. Figure thy own crossroad deal.
Mind over matter, sleep over belief.
Rest once more, believe it to be.
A cure slow but steady, a human body can only take so many sticks and stones.
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November 11, 2014
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Decadence Hackneyed
PoesíaTo decline unoriginal works bears Decadence Hackneyed. First poetry book in the Expostulate Series. A personal reminder to stay original. Written in 2013-2016.
