my bones are tired
all energy stripped away.
my love, you're my rest.

I must sleep to live tomorrow, but tonight I am filled with sorrow.
I lost my dreams in a field of tears, somewhere far away from here.
Shouldn't it be easy to find?
As easy to find as the warm summer sand, or is it as rare as someone who loves me for who I am?
Sleep fixes the pain in life, but sometimes those dreary gates refuse to open at night.
Insomnia strikes like a backhanded blow, forcing you to not sleep anymore.
I just want to find some peace for this cold stone heart that is in my chest.
Hopefully, I will find somewhere where my head can finally have a good nights rest.

Before,
This was a home.
Now,
It is poison.

I want to breathe but
The air is toxic and
Your words- they are harsh-
Cut deep
and they hurt.

I want to sleep but
The monsters keep me awake.
They haunt
Only me.

I want to rest my
Weary, aching feet but
The chair, the sofa, the bed-
This house
is made
of Fire.

Before,
This was a home.
Now,
It is only poison.