A Vision of Weariness

The dull and heavy day behind my eyes
rolls back into my brain to dissipate
as I prepare to sleep, while ghostly sighs
seep into empty places, punctuate
the pain.  I’ve swallowed pills to ease the pain
that tries to push the day into the night.
Oblivious to any ground it gains,
I simply shutter both my mind and sight.
It’s dark, but darkness comforts me like this
when wrapped within her numbing cold embrace.
And if her kiss is death, I’ll take her kiss,
though death may be another empty place.
But, if it’s an illusion, as it seems
I’ll soon awake within my solid dreams.

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