This thing is not mine and never will it be,
Yet still I must seek to silence these beasts.
In horrid symphony they clang, dominating all that lie in my brain.
And within a huddle sobbing
Prayers for peace
Drowned out by the terrible, harmonious beasts
Closing my eyes will bring them to bear
Never will I rest again I fear
At my wits end, but nowhere near tears
I sit considering the beasts requests
Hoping for an end to these very loud tests
Hoping for sleep, or some reprieve
As yet it remains un-received
And so i find in it commonality with the answers I seek
Both allude me, both the things I need for sleep