'...For the Weary' (Original Poem 12/6)

...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.

~K.G.