sins of youth are not forgotten
lurking in darkened shadows like spies
eating at the hearts and souls
sweet memory of youth just dies
I’ve looked towards the heavens
thought I was being Godly wise
no angel’s answer was forthcoming
they didn’t hear my pleading cries
I look into the fires of hell
flames torturing my straining eyes
looking for a simple answer
that the devil won’t disguise
my teardrops won’t stop falling
nor can I stop my punctuated sighs
just like a piece of putrid meat
a feastly supper for the flies
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray…….
I pray….
I pray..
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Antoinette
I know all too well the frustrations that mingle with insomnia. Nothing works right, your mind, your body, or your muse! As a matter of fact that little critter gets might irritating when one hasn't rested, and he decides to play tricks.
Take a long hot shower, listen to some relaxing music, drink something enjoyable..and then try again!
My prayers are with you.
Lisa