sleep fleeting

even through meditation,
my head still beats with my heart,
i close my eyes to return,
to happiness, and in
five seconds,
my grasp slips,
and the handle on my reality,
is lost to the abyss.
Sleep, being lost
in the labyrinth of desolation,
sighs and fleets away.
stories in my head,
torture in the darkness
without anything being said.

  • Author: siranswerer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2020 17:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • JustABird

    This is really good. You have a way with words. I can feel the need.

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