Oh moon,
So pale
In the black velvet sky
With sparkling gems
To make wishes on
To accompany you,
Oh lovely moon,
How bright you shine
Gently on
This summer's night
The crickets sing
Me a lullaby
As I fall asleep
In the moon's arms
Her light cradling me
As my heavy lids droop

Its far more advanced
Than anyone knew
There are holes
You can fall through
And not have a freaking clue

The gap
Is another word
For depression or the blues
It seems my mind
Tears apart what it
Use to use
And makes me think
That I'm being abused
That every answer
To every thought
Is wrong
Pointless
Or incomplete

But on the other hand
It can be a good thing
A thing to use
A canvas
A poem
A way to reach out
To a few

So don't give up hoping
The fog will soon lift
I'm still obbssessed with
Finding my gift
Even through everyday
Chores I find life
A little too boring
But as soon as I start
To pour it seems
The gates start closing

Where is the open door?
What is it im searching for?

My very worst nightmare
Is of me staying asleep
Sword stuck in the sheath

I must sleep to live tomorrow, but tonight I am filled with sorrow.
I lost my dreams in a field of tears, somewhere far away from here.
Shouldn't it be easy to find?
As easy to find as the warm summer sand, or is it as rare as someone who loves me for who I am?
Sleep fixes the pain in life, but sometimes those dreary gates refuse to open at night.
Insomnia strikes like a backhanded blow, forcing you to not sleep anymore.
I just want to find some peace for this cold stone heart that is in my chest.
Hopefully, I will find somewhere where my head can finally have a good nights rest.