The rain falls downwards,
Hard and surrounding,
It's a suffocation technique,
And I can't keep my heart from pounding.
My feet are restless,
I can't keep them out of motion,
Everything's moving so slowly,
Yet it all seems such a fast, loud commotion.
Then sometimes, my mind goes black,
My memory hazy,
My body's unmoving,
And my eyes get lazy.
But the peaceful sleep,
It won't consume me,
No matter how much I ask and pray,
The dim lit moon I still see.
I close my eyes and squeeze real tight,
But no effect takes place,
I'm still awake for the world,
Then my mind picks up it's pace.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't seem to get it right,
Everything's gone oh so wrong,
And it's keeping me up through the night.
All these doubtful lines,
That my mind does possess,
Leave me feeling selfish, and hurt,
But it's nothing that I'll ever confess.
I hope things get better,
But I'm scared of this time,
Everything falls apart so easy and fast,
I want life's beauty to, again, become sublime.
---A/n; I've been thinking a lot recently about time, and I've come to realise and admit to myself and that it scares me a lot, and most of the time, the thought of tomorrow keeps me up at night, this is my take on trying to get those feelings out. (Not a very good attempt, sorry.)
