In silent kisses–
Assurance waits sleepily,
Admonishing the scent of reasons,
Quick to flavor the confidence, waning…
A tender heart, lost to doubt.
Smiting frailty in challenged tones,
Blighting his fields of tall, thin grasses.
Anew, the sounds of silent hate.
Bastion of truth, razed in flame.
A dire secret of malevolence.
Arc of truth betrayed.
Solitary, flesh-ripping sadness…
Enduring despite pain.
But the touch that is love,
Silences the screaming–
Bleating, grotesque thoughts
Fading into shadowy recesses,
As the dawn breaks.
Again.
Thanks, this made a lot of sense to me, captured a lot of the anxiety involved in sleeping for me.
Even though our illnesses may be different, we share a common experience in our journey, and struggle.
yeah This is a comforting thought when writing, I think.