"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
And So Again
Seems you wretched thing have come to stay.
That pattern on the wall has become almost a friend, company.
Or is it the reminder that this thing is my biggest nemesis?
How long must we have this battle?
You only show yourself when darkness falls.
I don't fear you, I loathe and detest you and yet,
are you born from my own uneasy, clogged grey matter?
Must we have this very same conflict, same time every night?
You seem to know when I am weakest, it is then you gain your strength....
I've grown weary from the fight and yet I have to keep up the battle.
You cannot win!
To allow that, to be defeated by you would surely mean insanity!
My strength in the day light hours, you have kept drained...
Yet I go on, I think you will lose tonight, you have to
I am so exhausted that there's no way you will come again when darkness falls....
Oh how wrong I am once more!!
Now, in the wee hours I sit, planning for our battle yet again...
In just a few hours I'm sure we will meet again...
I will wage war against you yet again...
Hold onto sanity until...
One day when the day breaks, maybe I will hold my arms high in victory...
One day when maybe, I win this war between us....
One time, when darkness falls, you will finally lose!!
It is then I will comfortably, quietly whisper as I drift easily to sleep....
I have won this night over you...
Insomnia!!!
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Your words always touch my heart luv <3 xoxo
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