Sleepless Slumber

The words grow long
The hour grows late.
And in each ticking Moment,
My anger abates.

I force it so,
To bend to my will.
Worthless time spent,
In sorrow, please still.

Cast away from me now,
The shackles that bind.
Please allow me just once,
A bit of freedom divine.

To wonder and live,
The man that I am.
No requests I will grant,
You all can be damned.

In shadows I lurk,
Shed tears of great pain.
No daylight they see,
My heart my bane.

The words that I skry,
Ponder, put true.
Was once better unsaid,
My anger subdue.

I leave the world now,
One less writer to pain.
The ink of my tears,
The words my terrain.


RavenWolf
~2001~



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