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Wide awake


wide awake once again hoping sleep will be my friend but for now its late late at night my mind too filled to drift away tricking my eyes to see fairies flying free in the illusions of dancing lights the tricks show villages, and battling knights from dueling kingdoms sadly the melatonin has not taken me yet because my body is tired worn out from the day of fighting through fields of sorrow but my mind is awake it wants to roam to the corners of my mind the likes of which I have long forgotten my mind travels into my imagination and torments me with images of what could have been and in the midst of my drunken imagination my heart stings and loneliness envelops me the pain stabs my heart but sometimes I don't want to be a part of this foolish world of this painful life droning on and on I just want to sleep
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