There are nights when all else seems achievable other than the peaceful descending into the state of sleep. Eyes won’t shut down, heart won’t stop throbbing with a burning pain and your aching limbs won’t let you think about anything other than a fear that overrules every fragment of courage that your heart has given birth to. Every bully, every heartbreak, every insult and every debacle echoes in your mind and the nights die for no reason leaving you weary and sucked.
An awakened spirit, morose & remorseful
Talked about things, burnt & beautiful
Cicadas hum, setting silence ablaze
Shadows set in, his eyes wandered in daze
A heart so sallow leaves the night overturned
An evaded mind with courage all spurned
Whenever he conceives a dream with eyes closed
Monsters of pain descend, with gruesome reality disclosed.