losing light
losing sight
losing height
losing might
losing will
falling hell
falls around me
cocoons me
protects me
entraps me
angers me
want to fight
got no might
the black cloud engulfs me on a monday morning
is it the world turning black or just me?
(Actual date unknown – likely sometime in May 1996; also posted in Angelish 2001)
The prospect of sleep remains a dream.
The sweet promise of relief
a burden on my waken mind.
Some will say the mind will dream whilst awake
if not given the chance in slumber.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
To walk, perchance to dream.
To dream, perchance to sleep.
My desire for anonymity, contradicts the acclaim I require.
(rough version)
(Actual date unknown – likely sometime in May 1996)
Amazement surrounds
hope abounds
belief and enlightenment
confound
abandonment of fear
shocks me
yet
refreshes
A vastly different Monday