Some Lie Awake.

In the wake of dreams, such demons sing,

A terminal turmoil shredding evidence of sane things,

We play host to hostility with regret wrought from the past,

Pain which sleep does not temper, my tremors stay fast,

Sights and sounds drown weariness in daylight,

A nightlight casts shadows of nightmares and night frights,

Hopelessly wondering when dreamless sleep will come wandering,

The longer it takes evil makes known its meandering,

Memories lacerate sleep into submission,

Borne of a deflation of hope’s long standing tradition,

So here a sleeping dog lies amidst internal frustration,

In desperate need of my own vindication.


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