I am too tired to fight it
Too drained to even try
In the confines of my darkness,
it gets colder as i scorch.
Bittersweet and painful,
I feel better as i feel worse.
I long for comfort that cannot come
and i simply descend to slumber.
Let me sleep so I can be awakened
…and tomorrow let it be forgotten.
it used to be easy…
secondary to my nature,
the silent moments, whether forced
or unconsciously happening, produced
a strings of words that sang my soul.
but the hands moved through it’s rhythm and the hours
never did return and it carried the ease of inspiration…
mid-life and the lull time only produced empty spaces,
and the urge to spin thoughts was replaced
by the craving to sleep through sunrises.
i toast my glass to us
spending the last years
blessed and contented
soft kisses under the stars
my blanket against the cold
you love me still
as i love you always
our dreams are endless
our lives intertwined
i held your hand in my sleep
captured your face in my dreams
i have never lost you
every hour we’ve spent
in my mind.
Originally uploaded by mi bicicleta me invitó a un Ménage à trois.
I have never wanted sleep so bad…
I wish to close my eyes ’til Monday
and will all these lies to scuttle out of my head.
I cannot bear any more posing…