mid afternoon thinking... Feeling sleep it is calling my name. Blissful slumber take me away. From the overflowing noise, The thunderous sound, It keeps my from the one place I long to be. From my once leaniant self. To my now irritable being. My eye flicker and alternate My heart pumps slowly My legs grow numb My mind grows weary do not make me go on. I wish to slip into that glory of subconcious Lay my body to rest. So utterly sick of this deprivation. These weeks of sleepless activity . This state of weary. This weakening illness Makes days so hard to survive. My brain longs to meet its companion That amusement park in the sky Familiarity...