While I Rest

Just a poem I wrote about the horrors that come during rest, and the relief that work can bring

All work and no rest, that's the
structure of the day
To keep my mind on track
And hold my inner demons at bay
Can't stop and think
Must continue and repeat
With rest the evil comes, and my
mind and body are consumed
by evils prowess

With rest comes depression
Surrendering and oppression
I can't give in, I can't stay still
I can't let my mind think thoughts
of ill will

With rest comes recollection,
triggering uncontrollable
depression
I think what's happened and what
I've been through
Which throws my mind askew

As I rest I think about my
insurmountable defeat
There's no way around it, the
demons will point me to it
The thoughts of evil they will
secrete
They show me that I am actually
counterfeit

Whatever my happen when I rest
I can't let myself go there, in
order to control my distress
Life is bad enough on its own,
without rest to pull me down
I must continue to work and stay
busy
To keep out the thoughts that
make me dizzy
With rest comes pain and defeat
So I must work to continue to
have a heartbeat