So vivid in the haze of sleep
as if ink spilled across the page
as the story teller let it slip
through mumbled lips
so careless in its guilty innocence
each aching thought
cast out like a net
upon the oceans surface
if the heavy lead of lids
were an escape I would hide
under each tightly shut cave
waiting out the storm
but it seeps through when
there is nothing there to
keep the wolves at bay
no control, no rest for the pain
vile temptress
open awed wonder
as they play and play out
with no script to prompt them
no bait to lure them
please don't let me lie there
so peaceful in the torment
such a deceptive face
tease and tease again
there is no rest
the dazzling colors
conjure up only what my
enemy could bring upon me
heavy lids close tight
let it drift upon me
watch me suffer
with the torment of sleep
Monday, February 8, 2010
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