Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead
Sunday, September 18, 2011
High Tide
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Redeemed
Tethered to a lever
Moving to the off position
Ten more minutes till my last transmission
Restless souls and broken bones
Hope for time, to atone
Staring at the light at the end of the tunnel
It’s dim and just a little bit muddled
Dwindling hope
Resting on my heart
“Do as your told, and just play your part”
Is what you remember from before things went so wrong
How could you let it go on so long
Remorse and regret colors your vision
Just enough time for one last decision
Make the right choice and maybe then
You can release yourself from your sin
One good deed in this world of man
Can redeem your conscious, and let you start again.