Bending Reason
From head to tips of toes,
On to the fingertips of closed fist;
Callouses of earthly foes,
Sadness embedded, no place missed.
Night turns to day,
Day turns to night;
Staying where I lay,
Moving not a might.
Blackness of nothingness dimming,
Time looping in endless bouts of sleep;
Want to awake to life brimming,
Body, self, sinking evermore deep.
Too weak to move, slowly nodding head,
Cannot see the ending;
Only death could free the soul of this bed,
Edge of reason bending.
8/28/17
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Depression and Sadness
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
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