The Lonely Night

The lonely night is never done;
It stretches on, in endless wake –
And closes in with memories
And dreams, beneath a constant ache

To walk upon the haunted earth,
To lie upon a sleepless bed,
To hope for nothing but the dark,
And pray that slumber’s just ahead –

But restless, rising up to go,
To walk out towards the waxing light –
These barren trees, they know the dark,
They’ve wrestled with the lonely night

The day will come – it always has –
But eyes will not be there to see:
The night will claim its prize at last,
The pride in you
The hope in me

Depression’s Madness

[Originally posted 9-3-2014. – Owen]

Blankness presses down on me
And all seems but futility
The light that lately shone is gone
And much there is to dwell upon

Of friendships lost and jobs half-done
Of contests I have never won
The sound of lambs beside the sea
I always hear nocturnally

And dull blue chaos fills my ears
With no blanket to drape my fears
A prison cell in lieu of bed
Depression’s madness
In
My
Head

I Really Should Be Sleeping…

I really should be sleeping, but
I hard ever really do,
A thing not unexpected,
Given age

For I’d observed for many years
That sleep’s the province of the young;
And so I’m not surprised, now,
At this stage,

That I am an insomniac
(of a peculiar kind)
I get to sleep okay, but then,
Am wakened by a mind

That’s into problem solving, and
Gets up before I do;
And back at work before
A half-night’s sleep is even through

I really should be sleeping, but
That just is not my destiny:
The road I’m on’s the one
I have to take

But though I’ll walk the earth today
And wear my open eyes,
I do not think I’ll really
Be awake

Sleep, I’ve Missed You

Sleep, I’ve missed you
Many nights
Waited for you
Restlessly

Conversations
I relive
But they’re not
Reality

Could I just but
Clear my mind
Then perhaps my
Brain would rest

Take me over, sleep
I beg you
Lying peaceful, slum’bring
Blessed