Soliloquy

Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
fearing memory’s diatribe.
Soon darkness engulfs the light
which I had tried to subscribe.

I shiver to see my sorry plight
and waver upon my shaken skin,
a part of it had once been bright
although now it’s dead from within.

Why can’t I shake these visions dead,
why can’t I sleep like I used to?
When poise is hanging by a thread
why can’t I just forget that view?

The night crawls slowly, just as I do.
I’m close to death in my head
and there really is no clue
but I force myself to look ahead.

These moments lash a storm
crushing my insides with audacity,
but soon their will to perform
is hampered at full capacity.

It’s morning- the sun will soon arrive,
sitting down so I can feel it even more.
Sometimes it feels good just to be alive
urging memory to close the door.