Last night we planned a sudden journey,
Two of us together, my mind and me.
My thoughts then took a physical form
And led us cruelly into a storm.

We wanted a way out at any cost,
We looked around but we were lost.
The storm kept growing worse and worse,
We continued on our own hearse.

We tried to stop the charging thoughts,
We tried to cease the marching thoughts,
All of our attempts were utterly denied,
My thoughts were on a mission to suicide.

Just when we reached the storm's eye,
Just when I thought we were going to die,
Just when we encountered self-doubt,
Someone came and pulled us out.

My thoughts disappeared, so did the storm,
Then I saw my rescuer in her true form.
She took my hand, she led me to bed,
I asked her name, "Sleep." she said.


© TRQ

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