#5

Disturbed

My eyes are reddened
by blood-vines that threaten
to seize the visions
of my youth.

My limbs are weighted
and much devastated
from the endurance
of the day.

My mind has weakened
it feels misunderstood
and knows it could use
a few dreams.

Lying in my bed
waiting for sleep to come
but a force holds me
here tonight.

There's a voice that
whisper's thoughts into my head.
I fear it's the voice-
of my bed?


Insomniac

I might be.
I lie awake for hours
wishing for dreams,
the peace to come.

But the thoughts I have
run rapidly through
the thoughts I've had.

Silence is my wish
but even when I think
that I have obtained it
my mind says it's so,

the thoughts start over again.
I have come to a conclusion
about my sleepless nights...

It's the mattress
in which I lay
that causes my distress.

Talking to me at night
with its soft whispers.

I went a little crazy with this assignment. I couldn't pick one, so I posted both of them.