As I lay to rest,
Quietly and calmly in the darkest hour
When the chirping crickets produce their notes.
And billions of stars up above the roof;
They Produce a brilliant light.
And the loudness of silence fills the air.
Lost in the deepness of thoughts
And wandered in the wild dungeons of mine mind.
Thoughts so futile as war.
I wrestle with my inner self
To accept the gift nature has bestowed.
The furniture which I lay on
Seem to wage war with my flesh.
Defeat is all I see!
The night seem endless as
I lay, stand and walk,
All with no reason.