Lonely midnight hours
The full moon casting shadows
From a star sprinkled sky
The soul cries out
Craving for sustenance
That is not to be found
Peace that cannot be attained
The surreal slowly becoming reality
Dreams possess the mind
Driving one to maddness
One goes to sleep not well
Only to believe one will awaken whole
The dream again becomes reality
Maddness torments
As if demons are battling the mind
Oh but for a moment of sanity
Calm
Serene
Quiet
Peace
Yes, indeed...
Why would one wish to be well?
It is unknown and that is dreadful.
Ahh, but to be appeased
Tis not difficult.
Look within
Deeply
Then comes serinity
Maddening tranquility.
© Devan 11/12/05
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