| A Life So Tired The wind thrashed all around me, Moaning over it's aching body. I collapsed to the ground That was tossing and turning underneath me In a sleepless dream filled with nightmares That made no sense. A grey confusion filled the air Like the densest fog, Making it impossible to breathe. I closed my eyes only to find That it all came back when I opened them again. (This poem was written in a time that I was suffering from cronic insomnia. I think that bit of information makes the whole poem clearer.) |