End(Less)

Visions of my past appear to me in my sleep
Thoughts long forgotten, manifest themselves
Within the depths of my mind
Reason and logic cannot explain
The happenings within my head
Insomnia is nothing new, a habit long accustomed
Hours spent pondering my interpretation
Of right and wrong
Piercing the silence of words unspoken
Desperation makes its plea
Staring blankly into a future unknown by all
Why I put myself through this endless torment?
I’ll never know
Wounds heal with time, or so we’re told
So what happens when time stands still?