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.





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