Somnambulist

I’m so tired

of dreaming.

A second life

just as demanding

as the first.

I just want

to lay my head down

without having to

participate.

 

So sick of this;

whatever it is.

Parallel universe,

or just synapses

firing wildly

in the night.

Sewing crazy tapestries.

I never was the type

who wanted any more

than this world.

 

I just want

to close my eyes

and fall forever.

If I wake,

let me be rested;

whole.

Not struggling

to pick up

all these pieces

of some shattered world.

 

Just lay me down

and leave me alone

to sleep.

Dream worlds

are for dreamers

and I

am no adventurer.

 

Too tired

to lay claim

to the subliminal.

Even my pen drifts, now

in between the waking

and the secret world.

 

HG – 2017

2 thoughts on “Somnambulist

  1. Let my mind drift. As my will be vanquished. Things are hard. When the goings get rough, the rough gets rolling. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts in your beautifully weaved words. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on!❤️❤️❤️

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