Within the four walls of the room
as bright as the source of light
refused to turn off and a ceiling
holding a fan spinning countless tails
churning a steady rhythm
out of silent emptiness
The din of silence falling
into the pit of the ears
that remains open and strained
to note the slightest tone of surprise
in the monotonous scheme of things
The eyes sore and red peer through
the curtains of the eye lashes
gazing at the window curtains
creamy white and green and a
dull shade of brown colored door
Shifting gazes within the brightness
contours of the four walls anticipating
a spike in color or change of scene
The restless mind racing against
a turtle paced time unyielding
to the burden of sleep that grows
heavier by every unknown moment
In the midst of the monotony comes
an occasional lapse of moment
where the sore eyes seeks solace
in darkness and the strained ears
closes to silence and the burdensome
sleep seeps into the tired mind
But the lapse is promptly doused
shaking off the silence and
the all-pervading restlessness
refusing any changes to embrace sleep
As the monotony returns
once again the four walls
of the room remain as bright
reflecting the uniform
dullness into the eyes
The countless tails of the fan
weave tales of steadfast clamor
brimming into the ears and
the mind unsettled pacing
back and forth
tired and restless
yearning and yarning
runes of the sleep-deprived
as bright as the source of light
refused to turn off and a ceiling
holding a fan spinning countless tails
churning a steady rhythm
out of silent emptiness
The din of silence falling
into the pit of the ears
that remains open and strained
to note the slightest tone of surprise
in the monotonous scheme of things
The eyes sore and red peer through
the curtains of the eye lashes
gazing at the window curtains
creamy white and green and a
dull shade of brown colored door
Shifting gazes within the brightness
contours of the four walls anticipating
a spike in color or change of scene
The restless mind racing against
a turtle paced time unyielding
to the burden of sleep that grows
heavier by every unknown moment
In the midst of the monotony comes
an occasional lapse of moment
where the sore eyes seeks solace
in darkness and the strained ears
closes to silence and the burdensome
sleep seeps into the tired mind
But the lapse is promptly doused
shaking off the silence and
the all-pervading restlessness
refusing any changes to embrace sleep
As the monotony returns
once again the four walls
of the room remain as bright
reflecting the uniform
dullness into the eyes
The countless tails of the fan
weave tales of steadfast clamor
brimming into the ears and
the mind unsettled pacing
back and forth
tired and restless
yearning and yarning
runes of the sleep-deprived
