Disrupted Sleep

Now begins the longest journey:
 the path that makes cripples walk
 and all men have limbs.

Friends are welcome, any loved one is.
 No guarantee they will be with you
 the whole way, despite them being at
 your side.

(That goes to say, anyone can be your 
 friend, anyone can love you,
 anyone can be at your side).

Our journey is nothing more than
 an over-exposed euphemism
 for describing the several feelings
 and paths; the wives’ tales
 are endless, as is my back pain.

Sometimes I go through series
 of voices, characters I have not
 made, before I can listen to the
 ones I have created. Unknowingly.

No better than hell; 
 nothing can beat the crickets.

My journey has a few rests stops;
 I have met one friend here, 
 right before he took his leave.

Sweet dreams, you large lump of coal.
 I will take the advice and set afoot,
 I will try to sleep.