Exhaustion

     I have just attempted to chronicle the last couple of years of my life, and I fill like I vomited a contaminant in a crisp, black-inked page. I feel drained and close to collapse, yet like there is still so much left unsaid. At least I am certain sleep will take me soon.

     Sometimes I feel like sleep cheats me. So rarely do I remember any of my dreams, it seems more like time lost than time well spent. Much of the time I feel no more relaxed than when I lay down. Lately I often feel worse.

     I know what I want. Just for one night I want someone to watch over me as I sleep. Let me feel secure under your guardianship.

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