...For the Weary - K.G.
I stare at blank screens and white walls,
And from behind tender eyes, sleep faintly calls.
Dreams of the mind wish to be viewed;
Perceptions of reality conveniently skewed.
The subconscious mind is full of whims and desires,
Yearning to fan the flames of the aesthetic mind's fires.
I used to doze to the sound of the wind, so still and haunting,
But now all I hear is Insomnia taunting.