Dude…
Why?
Why do you get to sleep,
But I am ever awake?
Why do you get to sleep
But I see every sunfall and moon break?
Why do you get to sleep
But I get to watch the stars singing?
Why do you get to sleep
But the sun has my head ringing?
It’s been…who knows how long
Since I’ve been able to rest.
And I just think it’s unfair and wrong
That I can’t have a slice of what’s best
For my sanity and my eyes and my life.
Instead just drenched in sweat and waiting
For this anxiousness to pick up a knife
And I won’t, but I’m debating.
I just…find it…unfair.
And sleeplessness gets hard to bear.
I pace the place where I should be waking
But wakeness is from me constantly taking
Any ability to relax the mind or my back.
I almost threw a disc from a coughing attack.
That’s how tired I’ve become, it’s now just what I am.
And I’m trying. But …life is unfair I guess..and I don’t think I can.
Categories:
sunfall, life, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Dear Traveler,
Set sail at Sunfall.
Let Nightfall set
You ashore,
Not Sunrise.
For both Dawn and troublous
Storms grow weary
At Nightfall and make it
Their bedding.
Even Pirates, too, do
Doze off as do drunken
Monkeys in this hour.
Dear Traveler,
Sail now!
Let the Moon and Stars
Guide your path,
Not Sunlight.
For I have traveled
By both and would
Be telling this in ages
To come...
Categories:
sunfall, travel,
Form: Didactic
I felt the chaos like a capsule, small
It tumbled down my throat, dispersed throughout
To numb alert my body, I’d no doubt
Newborn idle entropy at sunfall
Senses are but half-blind court reporters
And memory’s known to give in to its whims
So man may doubt the gospels and the hymns
All the “truths” he’ll know will have no borders
For “meaning” needs more than a just-because
A cosmolog’cal constant, man requires
But now the tree of knowledge rots ‘mid fires
That char the good and all their obeyed laws
I felt like chaos in a bottle, capped
A message in a bottle’s still left wrapped
Categories:
sunfall, philosophy
Form: Sonnet