Sleep Unwanted

I am weary
but I do not want
the night to end;
to slip headlong
into that troubled sleep
that tortures and haunts
with memories I
want not to keep
is to embrace a tomorrow
which I do not want
for all the endings
it will bring.

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Taking the Black

Every mountain wears down,
every storm loses its power,
every fire dies.
And I, alone in my place
have endured all that I can,
and limits have overtaken all that I am–
what’s left is not enough of me,
and all there is now is pain
and scars that are not mine;
so grant me the black,
the peace of release,
the end of eternity,
and a night in Oblivion.

Sonnet VII

In slumber I seek my solitude; for
a moment’s peace among the aether I
would offer all that my soul has viewed, and
only ask that I be allowed to in stillness lie;
I adore the lights and colors of the stage,
but weary I embrace the curtain’s fall,
and would that it were a one act play,
ere I might relax my standing tall:
and into the Sandman’s warm embrace,
my sorrow, my pain, my soul I would place.
 
 

More of a pseudo-sonnet really; plenty of rules broken, but I’m okay with that.