Sleepless

Sleepless, I restless unto noonday sun.  Hopeless, I tired dream.

 

There can be no faith based on proof.  That would be science.  Prove that you love me, faith me that it may be like unto a science.

 

I'm tired.

 

Wind whistling maddening through my ears, swirling round the bare not empty spaces, for the dust in the corners where my...my.  Of all that I've lost I miss my mind the least.  Solid oak doors, locked, battened, blocked by chairs wedged under doorknobs, my...my.  the dust in the corners, the wind whips through.  Bare images here and there, swirled in dust.

 

Sleepless, I restless unto noonday sun.

Reviews

[luthien7]

I agree, I really like the idea of "tired" and "tried", the concept of proving a thing (making it a science). I'm gonna play with that!
Thanks, everybody, for your input!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

I think many of us know this feeling of hopelessness of insomnia of brevity. Well captured. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Matthew Ervin]

=-)

"prove"..."tired"....i'd play with 'tired' and 'tried', which is to prove a thing, or put it to trial...at least in that little two word paragraph....

i like this very much