Exhaustion spreads
Its momentary curse
Binding my limbs
To its ghostly whim

And panic crumbles
In the choke-hold of sleep
A dormant foe
I’ll vanquish another day

It is
A bitter offering
A gift
I am slow to take

The tranquility that soothes
Yet causes
My mind to reel

I do not stir
In the coils of silence
As inferno fades
And solace prevails

As racing thoughts
Draw to their glide
Still harboring suffrage
The promise
Of what shall ensue