The Unrested

the night weighs down heavily on the eyes of today the day has come to its place of setting the reflective mind without any purpose other than finding its own rest the problems and insecurities that have bottled up in the universe emotions withheld drawing strength from the last bit of light before it touches tomorrow the sadness sets into the mind before the sleep reaches its place of dreams seemingly broken bound by the burdens of daily events The eyes tear and the soul slips off into a place no one knows then rising up like the sun as the horizon balances the sky as today yesterday is a dream tomorrow unseen now begins again by Susan Ann Marcucci -Fisher