SLUMBER NOT

How far does the darkness stretch before me? So deep and endless, my soul refuses to see, How many dreams need die in nights gone by, Before my heart will loose the need to try, Spirit weeps as my body disappoints me with its vulgarity, Reacting to nature but obscuring my sincerity, I long for slumber and pray for peace to steal my mind, When will sunshine and things divine be mine to find? They dance and taunt as I walk their realm, Blood dripping from my eyes, sadness overwhelm, Throat clenched shut by demons of doubt, My cries escape me not, no release aloud, Tired, torn and anxious I fall to wake again, Melancholy now the queen of what remains, A heart so heavy and soaked in depression, Are these it’s only means of confession?