Conscious torture over with, sweet oblivion of the mind.
I sink into the blackness after another painful grind.
Finally the reward is here, no more to do but lay,
flick all the mental switches off and let the brightness grey.
Slip deep into the dark abyss where anything can be,
without the back bones grating and the dreams are all for free.
The peaceful hours now stretch ahead without a single woe.
Tomorrow's dramas won't be here 'til the sun begins to glow.
Then once again the sky is blue like it always is again
and self imposed dilemmas rain on down as soon as when,
the switches shift back one by one, into coherent combat mode.
More relentless riding roughshod over roads I haven't rode.
The endless sea to swim across, the days are very long
when the soul screams out in anguish as the bones grind out their song.
The tundra calls and will not wait for those too scared to go.
I take a step and don't look back as the compulsion starts to flow.
The ordeal then done, the sky goes black with sanity all frayed,
I surrender once more again to the bed on which I've laid,
a thousand times again and more to claim the hard won goal
of sweet oblivion in the black sky hours when I sink into the hole.
Brett A. Jones Nov 2012
