Friday, February 15, 2008
Sleep
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Here it comes,
Yet one more time.
The never-ending cycle,
That plagues my thoughts,
That haunts my memories.
It has begun.
Slowly it starts,
Taunting me,
As if to intentionally,
Cause as much torment,
As it possibly could.
Painstakingly slow,
It seems to creep up from behind,
Hoping to catch me by surprise.
Desperately trying to evade my pursuer,
Jumping behind bush and beam,
Hurtling over hedge and tree,
Frantically grasping for sanctuary.
Is there escape from this demon of mine?
Cries for help,
Fall on deaf ears.
I stand alone,
As my enemy,
Become best friends,
With the world.
Soon the inevitable and bitter ending,
Seems to creep into my sight.
It gains on me,
Steady and constant,
Never appearing to give way,
To my desperate blockades and detours.
My time is short.
My strength is failing.
The will to continue is leaving.
Hope begins to fade.
Gracefully and determined it approaches,
Completely enveloping my senses.
I have lost.
The battle is over.
Once again,
I have become a victim,
To my worst fear.
Sleep.
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