Breathing Through WaterBreathing through waterAs lungs gasp for breathMy weakness shall become my deathAnother pill,Another day,I feel more of my strength slip awayBorn to die as humans areMy broken bodySeems at warToo young to sufferI inhale againRasping breaths my struggleShall begin againWeak as a saplingThough strong as an oakMy life may fade as fire’s smokeI continue fighting through weakened breathsI close my eyes today to rest.
InsomniaI dare not look at the hour, knowing all too well that another sleepless night is upon me. It stands to reason that I may never understand what rest is in this life. I am all too exhausted yet find my mind incapable of ceasing the thoughts which keep it in motion. I find that the drugs have lost all potency. The many suggestions or tid-bits of advice are merely false hope for me now. Yes I should much love to read a new book, o’ but reading fails to calm my ticking mind. Should I swallow another desperate pill, knowing full well the last desperate attempt of medicinal sleep stopped my heart? Or should I rather wait for my mind to stop all together? This nearly comedic thought gives me pause as I beg for the Sandman not to pass me by. This house of sleeping bodies mocks me and I so jealous wait contemptuously for the same luxury.My mind, a tragic box laden with so many holes for which my memory will seek to fill it. It is these thoughts which keep the clock ticking ever on toward
Remembering Robin WilliamsThe laughter rippled as waves in a pondA brilliant light shown brightLike magic from a wandJoy brought with blue eyed smilesWould you stay a little while?I admired the courage of your witYou wove your way to our homesAs a scarf tightly knitBut you left us here and now what’s left?You hid your pain behind a laughYour secrets closely kept.You returned to Neverland,Though nothing ever goes as plannedYou will remain for memory’s sakeA mountain of a man.