the constant visions in my head
darkness approaches, this I dread
my eyes though heavy, refuse to close
though try I may, I am deposed
no mattress comfort
no blanket warm
no cool air refreshing
just constant scorn
a toss, a turn
constant repeat
an ache, a pain
constant defeat
the clock I see
perpetual moves
it finds itself
perpetual groove
still I fight
this battle grand
no pills, warm milk
can lend a hand
the sun is rising
the morning's cheat
I pray to anyone
for FUCK SAKE
LET ME SLEEP
YOU ARE READING
my sanity
PoetryThe battles fought ... In the end ... What I defend ... Is my sanity
