The Years Unfolding

Blanket pulled over my chest
Close my eyes
Take a breath
Time to get some rest
 
But there's you in my illusions
You, swirling through sleep deprived hallucinations
You, entwined in the depth of these synapses
Firing the fantasies I've played over in my mind
Floating up, to the forefront of this frontal lobe
 
One by one in escalation
Thoughts circulate in motion  
Held captive by imaginary lines
Too tired to spring for the refuge of any resistance I could aquire
 
Wet blanket drapes my thighs 
As the moisture fills my eyes
Too tired not to spend
The last ounce of energy left