Conceal amnesiac eyes with a hood, Maybe nights fall oddly placid. Sleep could collapse its resistance, Crumble sunlight into ashes. Nightmares internally unravel, Soldiers fought, already lost. Invasive thoughts occurring, Arising ice, I can't defrost. This complexion leaves me perplexed, Battling behind my forehead. I can't evade this hopelessness, I've pled, go back to bed. Sunsets settled maniacal, Malnourished; give me a mask. Because all I ache for is sleep, To possess what life I'd had-
This is a really old poem, completely redone. All feedback is welcome and appreciated