Sinking feeling like a succubus
Siezing my sleepless mind
Shredding my surety
Stealing my sanity
Sending me to a place
Where to slumber is sin
And sheets are a cell
Filed under Poems
It’s often the bed that’s a cell — it’s s difficult to find a comfortable bed!
Oh yes, indeed. Those sleepless nights can be the worst. However, you’ve created mightily from those times…
What else can there be from bad experiences but creation? I try not to waste them, even if I sometimes fail. 🙂
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