INSOMNIAC

My mind is in a disarray as sleep strays far from me;
A victim of insomnia, forever I will be. Dreams are quite unpleasant, they become nightmares;
Atrocious ghouls and demons hauntingly lurk there.
I cower in the darkness, awaiting morning light;
Sleep deprived and restless, exhausted from the fight.
Every night it reoccurs, I can not catch a break;
Lord, if I die throughout the night, I pray my soul you take.
Shadows lie beneath my eyes, pain lies deep within;
Burdens plague my heavy heart, condemning me of sins.
Guilt devours every thought, my peace is raped and torn;
I feel scrutinized by everyone, a victim of their scorn.
Patronized and judged, convicted of my past;
A closet full of skeletons, they taunt me as they laugh.
Will I ever love again? Or will I always hate?
Will I ever open up? Or just simply isolate? Will I die a lonely soul? Or will I one day connect?
Will I cure myself of hatred? Or will I always infect?
Can my heart be mended? Or is the damage done?
Are the injuries too fatal to be reconstructed by someone?
Oh, how I yearn to sleep in peace! To ease my racing mind!
Tranquility and thorough rest is what I long to find.
Incoherent prayers I have cried, yet I still remain the same;
An insomniac amidst the dark, a hidden mask of pain...

--Kelly Marie Gregory-- ❤❤❤