Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Rest

Sleep,
a sweet escape that it should have been,
a sweet escape that it used to be.
Now robbed off of me,
you find me even in my dreams,
and I have no where else to run to,
because
I have everything to run from.
Just let me go,
I know your ears are not deaf to my pleading,
but even if you do hear,
my heart and mind won't agree.
Just lay it to rest,
just lay it to rest,
for these have become all too much.
To be numbed from them,
my only rest.

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