King Saul's curse is upon me.
Sleeplessness is a
guest in my house;
Bedding with me.
Demons taunting
me, questioning the necessity of life
I shiver in bed,
Wistfully from
cold or
Wishfully from the absence of a lover's arm.
Rather from the
fear that comes with a roving mind.
Fighting the
philosophy of my young mind
Urging my wide
eyes to shut themselves.
Pleading with
sleep to lie with me.
One more night, I
shall plead for I can't fight my mind anymore
I cannot silence
the taunting demons.
Until.
In a cacophony of
melodies,
An arrangement of
noise
Accompaniment of
keys.
I find peace, sigh
in relief.
Fear is battled. I
am winning
My mind is waning.
Fatigue is welcome.
Sleep hovers by.
With wide open arms I
shall welcome my David with his harp.
Encourage him to
play away the pain.
Just like Saul, I
have a David in my playlist.
Bring slumber to
my bed, send the demons to where they belong
And puts sleeplessness to his heels.
I will rest tonight
in the arms of my one true lover; Music.
Ms Oyaghire
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