Confusion chokes my brain
 
I welcome the sweet surrender of unconsciousness
 
praying it swoops me away
 
to a place where there is
 
only peacefulness and light
 
love and laughter -
 
Pure and perfect clarity
 
 
 
Joy cometh in the morning
 
or so it is said
 
But my mornings are consumed 

with emptiness and dread
 
Uncertainty of things to come, 

regret of all those past.
 
Confusion fueled by questions,
 
of all that was good in my life, 

but for whatever reason, didn't last
 
 
 
I pray for sleep to take me away
 
my mind, my body, my soul cries for rest
 
A break from the choking confusion in my head
 
Relief from the whirl of anxiety in my chest
 
I close my eyes 

and rest my head
 
and pray joy will come in the morning