Poem -

~If I sleep........~

~If I sleep........~

Trapped within
This demon body
only temporary escape
If I sleep........
To soothe this mind
that falls apart daily
I imagine it dark
Fractured and scaly
Scattered and scaling
the fence of spikes
Stuck again at the stake
Just another outburst
The horrors of this place
I'd cry if I wasn't so weak
Words protruding
If I could speak
Day by day
Another horrible week
The madness of it all
No net to place
Or catch my fall
Never ending pain
Of it all
To live like a tree
And stand tall
Seeking my escape
The horror's of these walls
The prison cell
Of my soul
But would my leave's
Turn black
Roots taking over
Baring only
poisonous apples
Or fruits
What of the control
And darkness
Of these roots
If freedom becomes
Another's nightmare
Would I still stand tall
Or even be there
Chopped off
At the point of illness
And disease
Nothing free or floating
With ease
This pain is Baring
My bleeding knee's
Spreading the darkness
Across my silent plea's
There truly is no escaping
This demon body
Nor this horrific disease
I'd cry if I was alive
I'd speak if I was to derive
Control over this
Silent death.

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