Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Unrest...

Unrest.
I’m fidgeting and clueless.


Unslept.
Four hours at a stretch at best.


Insane.
Incessant thoughts to blame.


In pain.
Lessons of life; their scarring remains.


Behest.
Myself to end this quest.


Protest.
The unrest within my chest.

2 comments:

ommarah said...

Hmm the unrest within my chest...the emotions that we think are well forgotten -that re-surface at the oddest times...

Hayaah said...

Yes.

Exactly them buggers I speak of = |