Denial

Night time rituals, that little space of time, Cathartic relief, along with sweat and grime, Tribulations of the day wash away, too, Pool down the sink hole, tomorrow starts brand new. Night time rituals, bring with them repose: Weary souls long their weary eyes to close. Strange to remember, I once felt that way, Now pain too hard to overcome must still be kept at bay. So, from night time rituals and sleeping I abstain, Wild is the gallop of a mind that's slipped its reins. Sleep is when it gets me, I run for my life, Run from myself, dreams twisting like a knife. Drumroll in my ears Signal danger nears: Like an arrow I am off, No spluttering nor cough, Scaling each fence, I revel in my strength, But the faster I go More obstacles grow. Hidden in tall grass, Bold as brass, I'll rip him asunder The hunted now the hunter. Exhilarating chase across a ravaged mind Preyed upon so long, soon now I shall find... A bench so familiar, leers into view, "A wooden resting bench" but now there’re quite a few, Important, sure, to someone, but that person is not me, Misfiring neuron in my psyche I wake up happy, I love to push my body, Even in dreams, I'm proud of my dexterity. Doubts creep in, so stealthily at first, Recalcitrant swimmer who slowly must immerse In waters so freezing she could die from shock Can't bear it any longer, I'm diving off the block. First hits dread Limbs made of lead Wasted muscles Unsteady shuffles Rasping breath I'd rather death Than be pushed around Wheelchair bound. Cruel apparition Subconscious admission That from my dream those benches In reality, are trenches, Where bloodied I fall No further steps at all, Scrambling up a battle My body just will not tackle. But my own will grown so strong I'm toldl I’m hearing wrong, That I won't mend I cannot, will not, comprehend.