My Insanity

I know I could fly
I am a bird with no wings
Ideas cramped
Conforming to the space behind my eyes
So fast -- So many
Intruding my mind
So much to do -- no reserved time
Sleep surrendered

If only it could last. . .

I must hurry
The blackness waits just like a shrew
Taking my life away
My body resigns
Deeply drained
Unable to comprehend
The blackness captures sleep
And calls out for nothing

Nothing lasts forever. . .

Property of Joy Elaine -- 1998

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