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The Void
Tired Days, Confusing Nights
Not enough sleep to continue this flight.
It used to be so simple, but not anymore,
this time someone has slammed the door.
The pills they help but not enough,
the pain it only burns more and more.
With nothing to do I lay and stare,
into a vacuum, hoping something is there.
Even though nothing really is there,
I sit and continue to stare.
With little hope that something can help,
with little hope that I can find something else.
Something else to take the pain,
something else to relieve my strain.
I realize later there is nothing like that,
Nothing at all that can help me relax.
I just have to sit there and fight,
throughout those long nights.
Hoping , wishing, praying,
that something will appear in that dark and lonely void.
Copyright ©2003 Tracy Hayes
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