Sleepless
• 09/27/24 at 08:50PM •A lack of sleep will be
the death of me.
It will be
for an eternity.
A lack of sleep will be
the death of me.
It will be
for an eternity.
It's not OK, that on this night,
I sleep for an hour, no more.
My brain is fried yet keeps
Spewing words until my ears roar.
Writing more nonsense about,
A door or words
Sleeping on the floor.
What's next, I ask
On bended knee,
As I wrestle with my sanity.
Please let me
Get some sleep,
Or this will soon
Be the end of me.
Do you perceive
a new change in life,
where you will marry
and have a new wife?
Don't be worried,
don't be scared,
gather your things and
be prepared.
Racing down,
Canyon Road,
speeding now,
just a load
of teen-age souls,
bent on finding Hell,
as they raced against
a clock which told,
if you succeed,
you will never get old,
for you will be part of
infamy. But do not worry,
you will be remembered
in the only verse,
when They gather you up
for the final ride,
in the hearse
I swear to God,
my mind is gone,
so I'd best be,
moving right along.
When the pain
within this, empty shell,
becomes too much,
it's time to tell.
Saying words,
not your form,
but good for
their own reform.
I'm dying,
I feel it now.
I must fulfill
my promised vow.
I write in words,
of which I see.
It is my craft,
my soul is free.
There is a path,
I walk at night.
It's dark and muted,
not much light.
Where will
this path I take.
lead me on,
for goodness' sake.
No one will explain
this to me.
I expect it will soon
be my path to eternity.
No longer will I hear
the sweet hello,
from my friends.
Ah well, you'll know.
I won't be there
to greet you then,
please remember me,
your oldest friend
I have a fear,
I don't normally get.
A fear of loss,
of money, and yet,
a committment,
made to my friend.
to help her until,
my story will end.
If I say,
I love you,
would you run away,
or would you do,
what I asked for
and please stay?
I need someone
for me to say,
please talk to me now,
before I go away.
My biggest fear is,
though I would like to stay,
is being alone,
on that day,
when God calls to me,
and takes me away.
I don't suppose I'll work
with you again,
during this life we live.
Love can be a lonely cut,
when only pursued by one.
I love to think,
our love is here and done.
Why do the memories,
now ebb and flow?
When we were together,
it was the greatest love show.
"While most love songs are inspired by the joys and heartaches of romantic relationships, love between friends can be just as intense and complicated. Many people struggle to make and maintain friendships, and a falling-out with a close friend can be as painful as a breakup with a partner." More at The Conversation ➜
I can feel a change, in myself today.
When I leave this place,
I hope to leave with,
my full dignity and grace.
It appears there is a change and
my time may be drawing nigh.
I will hang on as long as I can.
I know, I will at least, try.
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