— SLEEP

As my

Mind gives way

To the drowning-day;

As the current pulls me down to face my feet;

I will breathe through bars that keep imprisoned hearts

While my soul begs screaming for relief.

Please, please, PLEASE LET ME —

The chill

Grief is a cold wind blowing

Its ice spreads quickly through the air;

Numbing hands and stinging eyes

Creeping up through veins

Chilling joy to favor despair;

This loss is one of bitter frost.

Its evil a heartbreak we cannot ignore.

My friend; dear child; dear mother;

I have no words to comfort you.

My tears flow freely alongside yours.

I weep for what you have lost.

What bitter pain the cost

For joy you once cautiously sought?

I am still waiting

For your miracle.

Despite what the doctors say

Of a life

Today.