Post by Graveyard Goddess on Apr 16, 2009 9:44:55 GMT -5
Tonight is no different from any other
At 4 in the morning
The swarming of insects on my bed sheets
My heart dancing furiously
to the pulsating rhythm of a drum
This drum I know will never silence
My heart will never rest.
There is no peace here.
Yet here I am alone in my bed room
No noises leak through the cinderblock walls
Or barley cracked window.
I know it is silent.
And that I will stay awake all night
listening for nothing
The cinderblock walls are cold and ugly
My bed sheets do not feel
as smooth as they should
I know when I lie down
I should be taken away
By this peaceful much needed sleep
And every night I am bitter
That I am not.
At night I will be busy
Re-living the hours of today
Mentally preparing myself for tomorrow.
My stomach growls and I curl up in a ball
Because the fridge is empty
Nothing changes.
I am a victim of this
Room. Its ugly walls.
And my ugly mind which
Will not rest inside these walls.
At 4:01 I will do this all over again
At 4 in the morning
The swarming of insects on my bed sheets
My heart dancing furiously
to the pulsating rhythm of a drum
This drum I know will never silence
My heart will never rest.
There is no peace here.
Yet here I am alone in my bed room
No noises leak through the cinderblock walls
Or barley cracked window.
I know it is silent.
And that I will stay awake all night
listening for nothing
The cinderblock walls are cold and ugly
My bed sheets do not feel
as smooth as they should
I know when I lie down
I should be taken away
By this peaceful much needed sleep
And every night I am bitter
That I am not.
At night I will be busy
Re-living the hours of today
Mentally preparing myself for tomorrow.
My stomach growls and I curl up in a ball
Because the fridge is empty
Nothing changes.
I am a victim of this
Room. Its ugly walls.
And my ugly mind which
Will not rest inside these walls.
At 4:01 I will do this all over again
