I reach for sleep

But my thoughts are leaking

Like rain through the rooftop

Cracking and warping the ceiling

Leaving crevices

Where the musty smells of overdue words

And expired wishes rest.

My lungs are coated with unspoken whispers

Cast out in unplanned expectoration 

Explorations of expectations

And reason overturned in hasty flight.

Memories drip slowly

And my eyes are coated in blurry visions

As I claw for some shade of comfort

In a scramble for repose,

Yet hazy recollections of tranquility

Are all I chance to find.