excuses."Up so late? You really should sleep earlier."
I wish I could.
The softness of the pillow,
the smell of cloth. With
every glance, they beckon.
How they mock me.
My shoulders ache. My arms,
plagued by lethargy, slump
lifelessly beside me.
Sleep. Sweet rest!
Alas, my duty comes
before such trivial needs.
There will be time for sleep later.
The moon and the stars,
I must look after them.
Who will guard them,
keep them away from
hostility, if I were to
succumb to sleep?
cold front.Umbrellas of rainbow, color
the dull grey that is the sky.
Rain boots dash about.
Squish, squish, squish,
breaking the monotonous
pitter patter of rain drops.
Just another rainy day.
Another uneventful day spent
mindlessly tracing circles
upon the dewy window.
Save this memory for a sunny day, for
me. So I won't forget.
waited for so long.I know the path to my heaven.
Each turn, every step, I know it all
But I hesitate.
For every step forward,
I take a hurried step back,
trapped in a never ending dance.
Chained by fear, shackled by self-doubt.
I know the path to my heaven,
but I am unable to reach it.
slips into slumber.That light breeze, setting
the sweet scented grass
ablaze in a majestic waltz.
A sea of billowing emerald.
I felt it all. The coolness,
the sharp pricks upon
my cold kissed cheeks.
I am still alive. Why?
Alive once more. Like some mad
reincarnate process gone awry.
Same body. Same memories.
The somber song of the Nightingale
breaks the still silence; I am awake.
It's all so clear now. I remember it all,
down to the most minute of details.
The fault was mine and mine alone. It
was never yours. I was so blind. You
were the victim, not me. I was the
root of this madness, deliverer of pain.
A stark reminder of my existence.
Is this but a twisted dream, elaborately
orchestrated by my equally twisted mind?
Or is it just the beginning of a life sentence
that I must serve as penance for my sins?
the insomniac...So many days spent in torment.
Those sleepless nights, tossing
and turning over
a cold, drenched pillow.
The silence. That was it.
Slippery 'neath my grasp,
I couldn't push it away.
I died that night.
I placed the blame on you.
Twisted my already gnarled
logic and placed it all upon you.
I was free. I could finally rest.
That was the end. Or so I thought...