Harbor the Halcyon

I lie ladened with lethargy, lamenting and longing for more.

Strenuously seeking some solution to silence my sorrowful outpour.

My own thoughts transforming into a tongue-lashing tryant on a timeless tirade.

Metacognition being its source of ammunition.

Bang, bang, bang. Reload.

Quick! Before I finally quit.

Quicker! Please just stop this quiver.

Quandary coming from every corner conquering and killing others' quests.

Happiness suffocating from the horrid hands of haggardness.

Enough with hands, I prefer wings!

Hands eradicate, but wings emancipate.

Wings like the Halcyon hovering over high seas to calm the calamity of the clashing waves.

Shhh...

Another night filled with fearful visions from sleep, awoken by the same horrifying hands.

I peer towards my window, and what waits there?

Chirp.