He was afraid of sleep,
that long journey into the night.
Somehow, it just never seemed right
as the aching thoughts would again creep.
He kept a book, close at hand,
with even nearer paper and pen.
He knew that he would understand
if sleep would just come once again.
Instead, the hours wore on, he took a pill,
and the sleep seemed to last forever.
He never rose again, as if ever
he could move past nocturnal chill.

05/07/2013

Author's Note: ... from a recent dream.....

Posted on 05/07/2013
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