Narcolepsy

Amongst that unjust, stagnant correction she lies beside.
Albeit Withered by thoughts of an undone, riddled past, nonetheless she has...
Forgotten this due time.
she has bid ill to keep it as she sighs.
An outcry
In every crazed attempt at justice-no peace she finds.
She has learned to tame her whimpers while entangled in an unjust, stagnancy and undone correction of that so called life in which that flys by her bedside.

Sleeping soundless
No more time to cry is hers to mourn and this is all that is left for her supplication.

Narcolepsy.