i raised myself from bed
so angry so angry
these dreams filling my head
so full of rage and dread
i find no peace in sleep
no relief no relief
from rankling thoughts, this grief
that weighs me down and keeps
the bright light of morning
so lovely so rosy
from salving my yearning
my grey eyes adorning
every night the same scene
so tired so tired
as i lie in between
beautiful sleep and mean
ugly dreams that curse me
suffering silently
with no draught from Circe
Morpheus spurns mercy
and so this war is waged
every night every night
ever my night mind caged
my waking mind enraged
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