Kennel Lullaby

Philosophic curios

Inspire as much as they distract.

12 degrees Fahrenheit

A sapping chill in the stale air.

Lack of sleep

In tandem with vitamin deficiencies.

Perfected poverty,

Enamored with the beautiful and the cruel.

 

Sleep, my love

Let not your heart be troubled.

Sleep, sweet one,

Think not of days to come.

Fall, falling deep

Below the tempestuous waves of worry.

Falling into sleep

Beneath the surface of your anxious storms.

Feel, not think,

The gentle rhythms pervading your chest.

Feeling, just feeling,

Warmth and rest and nothing more.

Sleep, precious one,

Webs of shadow enwrap your soul.

Precious, precious sleep.

Nothing matters, not at all.

 

Rest now in the darkest deep,

Wrapped snuggly under boughs

Of thickest willows.

The garden of shadows,

Welcoming you in open arms

To slumber and to hide.

 

 

 

Living With Hell

Reality was harsh

Recognition was worse

Revelation was unbearable.

 

I could find truth

I could accept myself with it

But I couldn’t relate it to anyone.

 

I could argue

And I could explain

But never enough to satisfy.

 

I could relax

And I could let it go

But it couldn’t ever leave me.

 

I want to be real

To be honest and understood

But I’ve learned not to expect it.

 

I learned to stay quiet

To hide behind an empty face

But I can’t always help it.

 

I need to let it out

But I know there’ll be pain.

So much held back for so long,

And I know it’s gonna be Hell.