01 September, 2015


I’m going to die
from lack of sleep

Dreams hover just outside
not knowing if they should

They tell me things
I don’t wish to know

Without these frights
I am not real

I am destroyed by the grief
of being awake all the time

I want to have kind dreams
where there is no denoument

I want to sleep
waking up to someone’s kindness

I shift through time
between wrinkled sheets

I feel everything absolutely
at every moment

There is no pain
There is no relief

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