Restless Sleep

RESTLESS SLEEP Again their nose beyond obvious doubt reveals what's known, the hate is dark and deep it calls to mind, what life was all about when all are settled in for restless sleep. Refreshed with rising sun, our pain goes on, all wonder is where leaders lead us to, but by the mid of day, all doubt is gone and in a vote, our deep is what we do. The unionized stay joined, throughout their quest, But sleep is all we think about tonight to dream of sharks who bite and do their best to waken us from dark, and hide our light. And screaming in our pain, we wonder why All sleep is restless 'til the night we die. © Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet