| Stillness clamoring in my ear, Awakens me that I might hear, Awakened from the death of sleep, Silent terrors from the deep, Unknown, unknowing dread cries out, Gaping mouth, a silent shout, Velvet darkness weighs me down, Too hot to wear this dressing gown, Dreams that come to mind unbidden, Memories of the past are ridden, Stirred to action by some sound, Whirling in my mind around, To sleep, to dream, to still my mind, Repeating cycles that I find, That chased from bed to chair I go, Until at last, exhausted so, Restless sleep embraces me, Drags me down so cloyingly. © 1999, Deacon Ed Faulk |
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