Sleeping Soundly...

...Without one's conscience disturbed. Unaffected by hurtful words.

And what am I doing?

Not sleeping, garish thoughts keeping me up, silently poured into my bloodstream by a string of words - words spewed from alcohol. My worst fears brought to reality... a repetition. Ugly wounds reopening, an unwanted, familiar occurrence, after a false sense of calmness.

How do I fall asleep? When home feels far away. Thoughts unrested. Churning through this burning flame contained within my body. Fears reawakened - uncurable.