by W.D. Nelson

Created on: April 21, 2008

Deeply rooted in my brain, my thoughts remain steadfast.
Relief is not in sight - I'll not sleep well tonight.
I ponder, ever thinking faster, of my actions clothed in darkness
Rest will not come easily, for deeds committed in my past.

Foolish things scream out much louder, than my plea's to rationalize
I can't relieve myself from anger - can't release myself from danger
From my poor tension racked nerves that ache with every new encounter
And strain themselves with each new step,
That once I thought myself so wise.

Weep, you poor disheveled bastard, lose yourself among your sorrow.
Flying backwards to your hell - you sink sedately in your shell
And lay back meekly, settled deep, in satin pillows stuffed with grief
While backward eyes that peer from in you,
See only yesterday and not tomorrow.

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