Narcolepsy Sucks & Sleepy Stuff

Narrative: "Rayless"

Gripping porcelain, white-knuckled and bruised,

early morning quickly looms, I stand attesting my fading reflection,

drowning effortlessly in my self-inflicted infection.

Edges blur, light is fading. The feeling of darkness will not be abating.

He has neither mercy, nor sympathy for my silent wailing-

Slaying cognition with his cold dark sword;

I’ve come accustomed to losing our unfair matches, I attempt to run

pushing him back with each person that passes.  

Exit quickly before my anchor catches-

“No, no, I’m perfectly fine” repeating this line for the umpteenth time.

Lie.

Eagerly wishing for my soul to heal, I grant the fog “come hither,”

I slump on some bed, pitch-black surrounds me.

But darkness is cruel and refuses listen.

Memories float right up the surface- lions let loose;

hungry, neglected, abused.

I am forced to remember that day in November,

one year ago today.

Forced to make peace with the true facts of life-

we will only reunite in His holy Son’s sight.

Bright rays awake me: clean, pure, embracing.

A buoy thrown slowly retrieving, bringing me out of this miserable sea.

I no longer need self-medicating.

Darkness is cruel, but he saved me.