A Perpetuated Weariness

I'm still weary in my heart from ravages by
the day
And long to feel the cold embrace provided through
the night
But longing as I am, and even hoping as
I may
I'm hearing voices in my head:

"Don't release your life"
They scream into the night

For when I lay my restless head on pillows'
downy fill;
When I trust that slumber provides a respite from
my plight;
I hear calls a million strong that threaten to
drown me still...
I'm hearing voices in my head:

"Don't release your life"
They scream into the night

For if I wake from sleep serene...

Was Life all
(merely)
Just a dream?

So sayeth The Brad...