Slumber

The hand has not yet
Reached for infinity
All the while
I am still
And just as tired

Infinity is to long
Of a wait
For my eyes to close
My heart to slow
And for hibernation to start

I can not 
Wait for infinity
But my hands are ice
And winter is here
Farewell;

Shall I never see infinity
Or what could have been

Sweet blissful dreams
Although you are lies
I beg of you to
Ease my suffering

And
give
me
internal
peace