Poetry

Solace in Sleep

written by: Mike Basile

I lay silent and still,
sleep drifting on the edge of my mind.
Hoping for temporary reprieve,
from constant internal grind.

Fully you occupy me,
in the hours of the wake.
To hope for else in slumber,
has been a mistake.

What were once regarded as dreams,
have morphed into nightmares.
God does nothing for me here,
never answering my prayers.

To bless me God,
with the gift of fatal disease.
So that I may forget you,
still I beg Him, please.

Sleep has brought only pain,
for I, there, am with you once more.
A sensation from Hell,
it shakes me to my core.

Haunted by your angelic visage,
my mind is not my own.
With a gun and a bullet,
a hole I should have blown.

After being teased with your presence,
I awake to a void.
Any defenses I'd built,
have been utterly destroyed.

An infinite cycle,
I am left only to weep.
No longer do I understand,
how to find solace in sleep.