Prison

A Poem by EbonyFair

Slumber... slumber...

Nameless,
A thing unfathomable,
Shapeless and indistinct.

For many sleepless nights,
Still counting,
I remain awake.

My flesh yearns for a slumber,
Yet the mind always...
And will be a character.

The heart, too...
All the earthly troubles
Have to be endured!