The quiet journey of a loud mind

Another sleepless night

I reached my hands towards the sky, each one of my heart beats a persistent prayer for peace. The cruel irony of longing for happiness is that it is as fleeting as grains of sand passing effortlessly through the gaps between your fingertips. why have we been cursed to dwell in another silent hell until the death of one's pride cuts through the night and breaks the silence. Asking a obvious question. " is this how the night ends?" Yes my love, it shall end like it ends every night . With my heart breaking in my chest, slowly drowning me In a sea of sorrow, who waves beat against the limits of mind; pushing at my sanity. It's roar only to be swallowed by the infinity of  the ending night and the carelessness of my love's peaceful snore.