Sleep I come, wait for me to drift.
Let me drift and gently land as far
away from my insane day, the gift
of escape.
Sleep I need to escape I plead; no, not
to fall again and startle awake, crying out
and draw the unwanted immersion, caught
in the net of the bete noire.
Softly, sweetly sleep we are falling off the edge
and waving to the conscious world, off the ledge
as my eyelids flutter, while right, awake, and wrong
all stutter behind my eyes.
I can still feel the beast and name it Insomnia,
pulling at my nerves, stimulating tension where,
it is not welcome, pull me deeper sleep, let us
find that soft lit pit.
I desire so...to drift.
No not the dark cave with the bright lights of
the beast Insomnia, not again or again, the fall that I
awake from just before I in a landing where sleep awaits,
and have mercy,
of the early 3:47 am, sitting straight up in bed,
as I though I had heard a noise.
Please quiet my mind and let me drift...
"**It is 5:19 in the morning... on Wednesday the 24th of April and
here is your traffic update....**"
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Sleep I come, wait for me to drift.
Let me drift and gently land as far
away from my insane day, the gift
of escape.
Sleep I need to escape I plead; no, not
to fall again and startle awake, crying out
and draw the unwanted immersion, caught
in the net of the bete noire.
Softly, sweetly sleep we are falling off the edge
and waving to the conscious world, off the ledge
as my eyelids flutter, while right, awake, and wrong
all stutter behind my eyes.
I can still feel the beast and name it Insomnia,
pulling at my nerves, stimulating tension where,
it is not welcome, pull me deeper sleep, let us
find that soft lit pit.
I desire so...to drift.
No not the dark cave with the bright lights of
the beast Insomnia, not again or again, the fall that I
awake from just before I in a landing where sleep awaits,
and have mercy,
of the early 3:47 am, sitting straight up in bed,
as I though I had heard a noise.
Please quiet my mind and let me drift...
"**It is 5:19 in the morning... on Wednesday the 24th of April and
here is your traffic update....**"
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