Your head pounding.
Your thought crumbling.
Your mussels braking.
The sky darkening.
The days been rough,
Drowning you,
Running you through,
With the sword of mighty and
tough.
At home it’s not much better:
The harsh thoughts of too
many letters,
The loud sound of being alone,
The problem on the phone.
So there you are unable to
sleep,
The scares of the day cutting
deep,
But as you finally start to
fall,
Your mind puts an end to it
all.
Memories flood.
All the things you never understood,
Binding you to twisting and
turning,
As you to fight the anger
that's burning.
But as the night draws to a
close,
Your dreaming stops its flow,
Letting you imagining hold,
And you change the story as
it folds.
You think of mighty
happenings,
Of smiles and good feelings,
Of love and mysteries,
Things that are worthy over
many histories.
So there you are happy to
sleep,
The scares no longer deep,
As you start to awake,
With the good feeling that
smiles make.
