Quiet...SleepQuiet/SleepPain to the hum of crickets;A Disney movie fills the room asA silent wanting goes unfilled.Deep darkness, yet everyLight a star. Shining faintAnnoyance and discomfortUpon weary flesh.Dirty dishes float about; filthy lives inDingy pockets. A longing
a need;A muttering of words under breath,Embarrassing breaks in thought.Drifting from reality to reality,Comfort for the soul, wastedBy the mind. Wasted,It wanders and rhymes untilIt is far too late.No sanctuary, no place or mountainIn which to hide. The truth isGrim and the noise an afterthought.Cursed to see the old,Reliving pain anew.In the heart, the battle is lostAnd the tears roll downIn quiet streams.
FrustrationUnfocused and twitchy,I feel like I'm being torn apartI want to cry, but I can't seem to.In a while I will be overwhelmed,And when it comesHere or there, I will eat breakfast or take a shower,Maybe
try to sleep it off.On the wall hangs my motto,"Just do it" written in marker.Rarely does it inspire.Frustration makes me sad,An inescapable truth to reality.I just wish things were different,Maybe a world with no problems,No pressure or obligations.Even then I bet I would be crushedBy the weight of idleness. I can't seem toClimb out of this problem. Nothing to doBut hope that things will change. AlthoughI know what must be changed.