Traipsing of Troubles

Traipsing of troubles
In colors of red
Pursuing of doubles
In a sweat stained bed

Lovers in day
And long into night
Loud passioned madness
Reality takes flight

Till the day comes anew
While the lovers embrace
The hours too few
In their new hiding place

Sleepless Silence

Sleepless silence
On a quiet night
Tearful moments
You try to fight

But stuck in a moment
For a day or a year
Stuck in your life
That is so filled with fear

No longer love
Compassion or joy
All that is left
Are things that destroy

Leaving you crazed
With depression and grief
Constantly searching
For some kind of relief

But as far as you search
There’s nothing to find
But married old men
Who aren’t so refined

So on it goes
With your sad little life
Hiding and dealing
With neglect and strife