I do not want to close my eyes,
for fear of missing the moments,
that arise when I fall sleep.
As the guilt that keeps me shackled,
to nothingness and the obsolete.
Keeps me drowsy and tired,
blinded by new days light.
A pain to open my eyes.
Cursed with the burden of wanting more for less.
Unsatisfied with just a quick rest.
Longing for sleeping beauty.
Waiting for the day that will come in due time,
waiting for foretold cures.
Waiting for my renewed interest in counting sheep.
I am trapped in the interest of stars and birdsong,
that fade and appear by morning .
Car engines that roar like lions.
Prehistoric past preying on the future.
Wanting to sleep till tomorrow,
wanting to stay up till morning,
Indecision keeps me bound at my knees.
Trapped in the darkness where my eyes are bleeding,
My mind is screaming,
ears aching,
heart racing,
never too late to sleep.
Why can't you just fall asleep?
Eyes entropy into void,
thoughts cataclysm into dust.
My skin dyed with consequences,
my eyes darkened with static,
my blood no longer red.
A nightmare that guards birdsong,
song amidst waking lights.
Cursed with dog howling at alarm-bells.
too paranoid to rest my eyes,
waiting for wolf in sheep's apparel to fall apart at the seams.
A different person that emerges at night,
another folk lore for the pages.
Cursed into existence,
snuffed out like a flame,
I'm dying to close my eyes,
and sleep the day away.
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
