Night After Day

Chaos and noises appearing like a riot,

Entering the mind from all places unknown.

Wishing for the madness to fade to quiet,

But it continues on with a painful moan.

Slowly there’s a chance of a trickling stop.

Could this be a sign that I have a chance to sink?

The distance increases between crash, bang, and pop,

So that maybe, just maybe, I can get a wink.

After thoughts running - running so loud,

Darkness appears, so pleasant and sweet.

I can finally rest on a light fluffy cloud,

And embrace the struggle I was able to beat.

Exhaustion takes over for I no longer weep;

I am able to drift away into a safe sound sleep.