Open or Shut

 

Weary eyes open in the middle of the night

Immediately battle with the same thoughts I always fight

Doom now looms like a ghost in the bedroom

Tired blue looks over at her asleep, beautiful and unaware of gloom

At least I know she is here

At least while I struggle in darkness beside me she is near

 



For years I woke up alone and fell into misery

Now I take comfort in waking up with her right beside me

My eyes do not have to be open for this black to attack

Cannot forget all the decay that surrounds, no turning back

 



Weary eyes close for an attempt at precious rest

Yet nightmares often find dreams and dreams then nightmares molest

Even in sleep many times with a rusty knife reality does cut

No escape from worry and sadness whether my eyes are open or shut

 



Weary eyes open in the middle of the night

Immediately battle with the same thoughts I always fight

At least I'm not alone here and you're by my side

Awake to you but from relentless demons I can't hide

Teary blue brought on in darkness from such overpowering fears

At the least I can look over to see the love of my life is near

 



Adam Keith McElwain

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