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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Trouble Sleeping

I'm tossing, turning, thinking
About things I was forgetting
But they've come right back
To slap my face, unsuspecting.
When sometimes everything's a
Question and nobody has the answer
And I'm stuck inside these sheets
Underneath, between, below,
My limbs tangled up within a dream
Where pillows muffle any scream.

I am hanging in a spiderweb
Stretched tight across an abyss
By networks of tiny threadworks
A million separate pieces meant to
Somehow make me strong
In a delicate web that catches it all.
Too much is blowing with the wind
And my web I fear is breaking
And I can't find the threads to sew it back
Or even try replacing.

Get me out of here, for God's sake
I can't take this anymore
Because there's futility in hiding
And my subconscious overcomes me
When everything locked in the past
Comes creeping up behind me.
No matter where the place to rest,
Or the kinds of thoughts I try to keep,
Dark memories, unwanted things
Always find me in my sleep.

1 comment:

  1. I posted this on Facebook, because I wanted to.

    A very good reflection on sh**ty nights.

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