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

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.

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