Unsound sleep
A mark of dissatisfaction
A mind unwilling to rest
Sometimes, because it is aware of its incompetence when it comes to fulfilling the potential it knows it owns.
The over riding guilt jostles the thoughts and excuses and plans around, creating a ruckus, whipping what seems like all the contents of the brain, tangible or otherwise into random motions translated by every nerve and tendon into the perception of the self being rocked in a boat stuck in a whirlpool
Round and round
Nothing makes sense
So much want for peace
Such a longing for calm
And what lazy efforts all the same
The change has been a long time coming and THEY know its going to come
Who are THEY anyway
Restlessness consumes
Peace is known
Not often enough felt
The soundness of sleep is missed
The joy in purpose- hidden
The search persists
The self endures
No comments:
Post a Comment