After-Rest

i come here to live this time , but

my mind beckons to a distant chime ,

a prisoner of this malign disease ,

when will i come to a new release ?



" i have had enough of myself ,

i am going to rid it. "





i sit and listen in all my might , as

my mind feeds fables from lost nights ,

a passing whim i thought would cease ,

when will i read from a new leaf ?



"i have had enough of myself ,

i am going to rid it."



i smile at the ageing of time , as

my mind basks in the greying lines ,

a life-like thesis in living hands ,

when will i truly cross this crease ?



"i have had enough of myself ,

i am going to rid it."



and ,as i take my last forced breaths ,

a reason i find to end this test , as

a voice in rapture i hear which says ,

a happy journey awaits me , after rest ?