tired
I count the hours awaiting relief,
from this long and lonely sleep,
chained to this restless bed,
infected by torturous thoughts that run rampant through my head.
I pace the halls in desperation,
looking for any sign of inspiration,
each and every night i possess this heaviness,
sombre and weakened in view of peaceful rest.
With weighty heart and placid eyes,
i begin my perilous compromise,
heavy head sinks into feathered clouds,
notions unwind as ears fail all needless sounds.
While slipping transiently into demise,
my body exonerated one final sigh.
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