The weight above my eyelids has been lifted
and the stillness of my slumber –
stolen; not by disorder or disease
consumed; not by caffeine
but by a burden
that rests so stubbornly,
sleeping on my tired shoulders.
It is much too troubling for these ears
to hear perpetual silence of surrender on one end
and on the other,
never-ending notes
that douse the air
with deliberate noise.
And as you continue to play
in this one-sided orchestra;
your disagreeing duet,
the distress it designs
will reserve itself a room
to stay another night
in this hopeless house,
my weary mind. |