I Wish To Sleep

It is too late. I find myself rejected by sleep
I feel it all over again. the troublesome heap
Within another heartbeat, along the longing
As root rots beneath, I’m afraid of a coming

In fact; this is the time that won’t come back
To change the past. On the wall sits ‘A Shelf’
That leaves me silently begging (all) for help
As I linger In grieve, I lack any counterattack

I wish to sleep without thinking about a thing
I’ve had enough of seeing thru tears that sting
From deep hurt to a peep that nourishes doubt
So steady; “I Seek” for the cure, for the way out

© Ricardo Sexton