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Feb 2012
Night calls to me,
Bids me welcome
Into its suffocating embrace
When light shines on me,
I long for darkness, sleep
I imagine the soft sensation
Of my eyelids pressing together
Slipping under –
But when I find myself under blankets,
With the whole night ahead,
Sleep stays outside my grasp,
Dancing between my fingers, outstretched
Laughing at my bloodshot eyes
As he watches the darkness take over.
Night, it tortures me,
Despite my fond hopes
Of finally holding security
Of finally discovering rest
I shiver under cold fingers,
Afraid of shadows and demons
Until the morning arrives,
When I yearn once again
For the torment nightfall will bring
Christy Pavoncello
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Christy Pavoncello
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