If I could fade
into a distant slumber
no concerns, no cries, no wanders
just a mild rest
this brain drifting into blue skies
Flying with one with the birds
telling stories of unwritten poems
leaving behind the bitterness of the facts
seeking the sun,
shining above my stubborn head
finally quieting the, thoughts of suicide
tossing and turning
ripping the sheets
silent screams, no more my struggle
put to ease as my hands become my sin