Silted Bed

Tired eyes tinged with blood
A twisted soul concealed inside
Chained and tied beneath the flood
Grasping upwards in search of breath
Choking, drowning, slowly falls
Welcomed by murky darkness below
Black water rushing, filling lungs
Their weight an anchor
Hold me fast on this silted bed
Bitter liquid sleep invades every pore
Forbidding me to cry no more
A final flash of blinding light
As I awaken back to life's sorrows
With linen sheets drenched by fearful dread
This empty cradle of my bed
More waking moments may fill the day
And try to keep the night at bay....