Sleepless Nights

I've found my soul to be so beyond tired, sleep doesn't seem to recharge me anymore. Maybe writing about it will help a tad?

As I lay here frozen and numb,

I can't help but wonder. 

Wondering aren't beds supposed to bring comfort and warmth?

Are they not a place of respite? 

It's beginning to feel like a wooden box,

I dress it nicely, I drape it in soft warm fabrics.

Yet no peace comes. 

I drift in and out in a haze. 

Just a moment longer. 

Just close my eyes again. 

Sleep again.

My soul is tired yet my bed offers no aid. 

Aren't beds supposed to bring comfort?

Author's Note

Just letting out some steam, my bones feel like a marionette doll draped over a chair, I try to rest yet no recharge is happening.