begging to shut, to close and to see no more
because everything around seems insane
and keeping them open is something of a chore
The rest that comes with closed eyes
is what my body truly needs
the world I see I slowly despise
a painful wake, and my energy bleeds
Rest, oh how sweet that sounds
to not be bombarded by the pain of life
In this painful curse I am constantly bound
the tiredness and pain cuts me like a knife
And so in patience I lay
and will wait for the day
when the pain disappears
and tiredness is not in my fears
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