Surrender to the unconscious void.
Shaking feet as a lullaby,
trying to empty wandering thoughts,
fighting for a goal once easy,
now impossible.
I need sleep.
Five senses,
all overwhelmed with past and present
trials.
Hope for a cure,
a remedy for fleeting nights, running faster
than a comet.
“8,10,12, 1, 2”,
Counting hours pass slower than a school
day.
Time adds to the agony of insomnia.
I need sleep.
Long hours pass away. Where to, who can say? A time of fear and hurt and pain. Then, softly falls the rain. First it comes like silver mist, and by it my cheeks are kissed. A spirit inside me wakes again, to the...
As I hold you in my arms, I promise to protect you. I promise to protect you through your first steps through life, Even on your first day of school to start your life away from me, Even when “How was school?” doesn’t...
Inspired by the poem by George Ella Lyon I am from my favorite stuffed piggy, and my golden ring and necklace. I am from the drawer to the left (in the old dresser from the 1900s). I am from the stargazer, the reddest...
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