Close The Door

Sleep is for the weak, they say. 

Falling deeper into the holes of regret. 

Their eyes sewed shut with ribbons they laced with poison. 

Forgetting how to untie the knots.

The days are growing colder, the wind stronger. 

We've forgotten to close the door. 

The tracks that once lit up our way have been dusted away with the past. 

We've embedded circles in our minds. 

Same burdened paths encompass the changing seasons. 

Grown tiresome of the outlook, we still cant break the cycle. 

Distraught from lack of stimulation.