Why do I sleep?
It does not smooth the corners,
But gives my world more jagged edges,
Dreams, a soap operas of deepest fears
And a Fight Club in my mind.
I wake more confused,
And tired of life
Than when I went to bed
I fight through the morning
Trying to fight treacle.
And people I have lost,
Hated and loved
Come back in glorious
Yet gaudy colour
Shout about the flaws
In my days and
Talk in code about problems
That cannot be solved.
Like an immortal coil
Of horror
I ride a roller coaster of angst,
But they are never screams
Of adrenaline joy
But real horror
In my dreams.
