Comments about David Cadywold
Tired, Tired, Tired
I lay at night alone in the dark and think of death,
The reason for living I have lost and not yet found,
I spend many nights betwixt wake and sleep,
Grinding my jaw and chewing my teeth.
Shapes and shadows move round the room,
Ghostly spectres come in and out of view,
Tricks are always playing with my mind,
Weary brain brings delusional times.