Sleep

Sleep evades; alas, it is late,
But night is the time that my thoughts plague,
I toss about, tangled in covers, my mind running with the time of the clock,
To find myself thinking, It is not a shock,
My heart is aching, desire of what cannot be,
The only time I allow it to run free,
Midnight sounds and still sleep still taunts me,
I want so badly to go that when I dream,
I want so badly to wake that I scream.
So here I lie, staring at the ceiling,
Lying awake, with this empty feeling.

Within the Heart Lies More

I write with poets pen,
I cannot be caged, I have fire within,
I cannot stand back, I tip toward the war,
I wage with the enemy, it burns to the core.