How can I then return in happy plight?
I can’t sleep
when I do
my subconscious torments me so
or worse
it plays cruel tricks on me
by dreaming of a kinder world
one with
you
in it
I want to sink into a slumber
because I want the night to end
But I want to stay awake
because I don’t want tomorrow to come
I can’t do this again
I just want the noises in my head to stop
but the silence is violent
I look at my reflection
and all I see is
you
The sun
and
the moon
once at opposition
shake hands to torture me
and I remain a knave to them both
I wander around the other side in my nightmares
and follow the echoes of your voice
crippled by the memory of your touch
I would toil the galaxy to find you
but the earth pulls me down
back to this bed that feels like a prison
So I lay here
stabbing swords into the night
cowering from the morning
The sun
draws my sorrows longer
The moon
makes grief’s strength stronger
I can’t live without
you
- XXVIII
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
How can I then return in happy plight?
I can’t sleep
when I do
my subconscious torments me so
or worse
it plays cruel tricks on me
by dreaming of a kinder world
one with
you
in it
I want to sink into a slumber
because I want the night to end
But I want to stay awake
because I don’t want tomorrow to come
I can’t do this again
I just want the noises in my head to stop
but the silence is violent
I look at my reflection
and all I see is
you
The sun
and
the moon
once at opposition
shake hands to torture me
and I remain a knave to them both
I wander around the other side in my nightmares
and follow the echoes of your voice
crippled by the memory of your touch
I would toil the galaxy to find you
but the earth pulls me down
back to this bed that feels like a prison
So I lay here
stabbing swords into the night
cowering from the morning
The sun
draws my sorrows longer
The moon
makes grief’s strength stronger
I can’t live without
you
- XXVIII
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