The circles get darker and wider to see
fatigue is my mistress;
a numbed secrecy.
Relief is a star just out of my reach.
Rest is the beast that I'm praying will leech.
A tightness climbs up the back of my throat.
I cough and I swallow that no man may know.
My eyes dart around in hoped expectation.
Depression releases in false exaltation.
I'm defeated and beaten-
an internal fight
unable to see by external sight.
Unless you are above thee and look past the fore
you'll discover a battle that's ne'er seen before.
The troubles and trials;
a reckless mistake.
Too see it at ease...
forever you'll wait.
The raging torrent at sea is no beast.
It's storm will subside before mine will have ceased.
A hand?!
A rope?!
A ladder?!!
No use.
What may have seemed strong is really just loose.
I'm destined to sink as lead in the deep.
Nothing can save me...
Less, realm of my sleep.
