March 6, 2014 § Leave a comment
In times of past, my life was grey-
a soulless mass with little thought-
when on my pillow, my head would lay,
and bring all freedom awake i sought.
My head would dream, and dream all night
such easy dreams, all filled with love
and happy things- once true and right-
that when i woke, would lack thereof.
Yet now I find myself, reversed;
with what once was a place of rest
and liberty, I’m nightly cursed,
and fear the beating in my chest.
The dark that did my sanity keep,
now causes me to fight my sleep.