5  a.m. rainy morning
silent house breathes too loud
the skies unleash their sorrow on our world
can't sleep. don't want to sleep.
never want to wake up
is living on no sleep better than this?
will it help mask my pain or accentuate it?
i go through life in a daze
seeing the world through clouded eyes
happiness is fleeting
does that make it less real?
why does it never stay?
make yourself welcome, a home
a cozy place to rest your weary head
knowing not where you'll wake up
or when
or if
i always feel so alone
step on my own feet
tangled in my own sheets
bleary-eyed, running into walls
when i turn corners
i never rest when i sleep
still running away from myself
from the world
from the few who might take me thusly
loves' labours were lost by those like me
or maybe merely discarded