Thursday, July 21, 2011

Sleepyhead

My mind, my emotions are disconsolate
I am tired I must rest
My heart is weary from all its submission
This existence is too tiresome
It's irrelevance is ridiculous
Its luck and irony are no longer amusing
It's creatures are spiritless,
dreaming away a life eaten by time
I drowse heavily!
There are no longer allusions
no hidden truth
There is no longer the need to mystify upon existence
It has all be done and found
and it all has been spoiled 
My being is exhausted by this daily parade
I sigh heavily!
There is no amazement or surprise 
in this predictable coil
So many still fascinated upon this gilded cage
worshiping it with song and poem
All appeal has diminished
There is nothing more to consume
I yawn heavily!
There is no strength left in me
my very passions have been withdrawn 
All I want to do is sleep
When they realize this revolving spiral
they'll want to join me in peace
I want to rest 
I want to sleep
I want to finally dream






author's note: temporary angst

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