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. 

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,

No matter how I dress it

No matter how I drape it in soft, warm fabrics.

still, no peace comes. 

I drift in and out lost in a haze. 

Just a moment longer. 

Close my eyes again. 

Just a second more.

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.