Sleepless Rest

No rest for the wicked, of course.

Inspiration clouds a mind that's tired

Thoughts are idle, while my mind is wired

 

Emotion fails me; drained, I feel

Blood thickens, skin cracks and peels

 

Eyes droop from their orbits, their reddened white skies

They lack all emotion. No lows, no highs

 

Feet drag on their stilts, which wobble and quake

My body feels unreal; my frame, it feels fake

 

Thoughts are idle while my mind is wired

Inspiration clouds a mind that's tired.

Reviews

[Alex Zynder]

strong from beginning to end

[Thomas B. Buckman]

I know this feeling exactly.