There are those times.
Just that stand by my bed side and look at me.
Quietly when I cry quietly.
Thinking it to myself ,
Where am I going wrong.
I sleep quietly.
Sobbing to my heart.
In the hold of hopeful mornings.
Sun covers up the black clouds.
Black clouds bring rains of their own.
Earth holds the moisture,
Prospers in its misery but joyous bounty.
I forget small things,
in these facets.
Sleep leaves me on a higher errand.
I sleep in the mind.
To awaken fresh & fragile to break monotony.