Monday, 3 February 2014


That elusive state
When body at last can rest
Yet mind still churns
Driving constantly towards fear

Why, why must sleep be so hard
Why must the terrors arise
With frightful regularity
Disturbing that gentle state
Of sleep

To sleep, to dream
To suffer loss and pain
Over and again the mind is torn
Wrenched from rest to wakefulness
Tearing apart over shards of terror
As once again the subconscious is opened
The monsters unleashed

What then is the choice
To suffer and live in fear
Heart torn with mind
Into pieces
Or to avoid
Alertness lost
Mind fogged with poison of fatigue
Body falling

So sleep
Risk the night
Hope for rest
But know it will not come
Without a cost

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