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November 7, 2005
Sleep's Plague
life, poetry
Midmorning:
Damn this lack of sleep
and the forgetful thoughts which I keep
Nothing is really wrong
but my mind finds sadness in it's song
I curse it's wavering ways
and long for the chance to sleep for days
Night:
sleep knocks at my door with it's iron cushion of a fist
my mind hears the call but my soul resists
the body slogs along towards it's slumber
but the heart wishes to halt the falling lumber
sleeps knocks again with it's iron knuckles
a few times more and my will will buckle
but for the moment I hold my tongue
my happy mind frolics with the sun
thrice sleep knocks and I know my time is nigh
sleep's soft pillows will soon know my sigh
as my mind's pace starts to slow
dream's soft music begins to flow
all my thoughts drain out through my feet
things become simpler and oh so sweet
Posted by Trevor Savage at November 7, 2005 7:37 PM