The hours weaken me each day.
Visions haunt me while away.
Taken aback by what I lack.
Always wanting to go back.
Thud, yawn, rub and red eyes
Staring back at my reflection.
Circadian without direction.
The day begins with a sigh.
Tick tock goes the clock,
Watching each second pass.
Tormented by hands who mock
Me, as I am chained in class.
Saving waves of alpha and delta.
Leaving the realm of reality
For the day, I gain my sanity.
Falling in after a hard whack.
Racing thoughts, with the tick
Of each movement prevents
the most soothing of scents
to reach my mind and kill the wick.
The depressions of my breath,
The sighs of my beating heart,
The closing of my heavy eyes;
Seeking what they cannot have.
