My head is filled with thoughts
Heavy with its ponderings
You'd think it easy to fall asleep
As gravity must surely be pulling hard on those ideas
Grabbing my head and dropping it onto a pillow
But my mind burns inside of me
Roasting my very soul
I find such torture does not help the spirit rest
So where am I left
And what have I to do
Existing, not living, in consciousness begrudged
I beg for repose
A moment of rest
But lay myself down
And my heart pounds at my chest
To calm it all down
I just want it all to stop
I wish I knew how
Guess tonight I'll stay up
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
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