Abandon

Lieing,
wrapped in delirious sweat,
my dreams are supplanted
by darkness.

My Fever,
pitched in this convulsive scream,
and silence steals over me.

I weep.
No words were found.

I plead.
The night is far from tender.

I turn.
Your still visige finds me there.

I am siezed by my own waking life,
ensnared in this,
a tempestuous cloud of thought and emotion.

I am lackidaisical.
My pursuits are lost;
my brain addled.

The morn is nigh.

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This just flowed out of me today. It pretty much describes the night of sleep (or lack thereof) that I had last night.

enjoy!