Sleep does not come to the troubled mind.
Thoughts blurred and become greatly confused
As the weight of the issues press down,
Seeking resolution of problems yet unsolved.
What can I do to fix this mess at work of
Unfilled expectations and promises unkept?
How much rests on me and how much
On the others who their pledges completely unmet?
The night rolls on; the clock strikes one
And the issues demand answers on the morrow.
Rest may bring cures but how can one rest
In the face of such pain and deep sorrow?
What of my love who has suffered by me?
Where are my commitments and vows?
Why do urges haunt and disrupt
And take me from here and now?
The digits keep moving, the time is now two
With the night so hastily fleeing.
Still issues continue their inexorable march
And no solutions is he seeing.
My children appear lost as small ships at sea
And seem to be lacking of all direction.
But their courses they seem to be set upon
And they want not their fatherís protection.
The brandyís not helped and he thinks of the pills
That might let him escape sleeplessness harm.
But he fears they may work too effectively
And heíd sleep through his waking alarm.
My friend is now hurting from a personal loss
Yet Iím powerless to make the connection.
Cloaked in secrecy she remains due to cowardly fears
And he prays she wonít feel cold rejection.
His despair grows more frantic as four passes by
But to his dismay, he finds sleep not nearer.
Then almost as night has faded away
He slips into the sleep he should fear.
My dreams are confused; they make little sense
And I find nightmares where I have sought rest.
There are no answers here where beasts crash in
Into chaos like a hornetís nest.
The heartless chirp of the clock breaks him out of his sleep
And he wakes under the cloud of a headache.
Another day beckons, the struggles still there.
Challenges to face; decisions to make.