The Darkened Day Of A Brightened Sleep Poem by Joanne Kearsey

Smashing the inanimate to calm myself down,
But as I fall into darkness your soul brings this night into day,
Because when I'm down and lost you bring me back to the surface,
The cost of life weighs down the world as we all bow down to pray.

Night becomes day as day becomes night yet again mixing the patterns as usual,
Sleeping awake in darkness is no longer such a release,
Trying to break this cycle of a sleeplessness dream,
Looking for the signs to show if this torment will cease.

Bones crack in a movement of pleasure that has become null and void,
A cheap admission was a tempting offer that I wish I had not seen,
As these days are no longer seperated by sleep but become a single hour,
Killing the machines that taunt me like what would shown on a theater screen.

Random banter becoming philosophical debates,
Reflecting on the lives relinquished by the flames of burning metal and rotting dust,
Relinquishing the voices of those that bare no name,
As this soul discovers this bodies undying lust.

Through the darkness of light I fear nothing except myself,
Looking around at the mess I've made through living insanity,
I plead my case so I could survive alone but don't need to anymore,
Burning away at the torch that breaths life into decay.