Sleep-Loss
Loss of sleep gets round a bit
enters quilts and hearts and railways
sleep sneaks out and hides in byways
just like your Sss...
Slides on rollers like your soul does
running by me like a shadow
shouting "here I am" in silence
I'm still here, I am, you aren't
Sleepless nights are morbid fellows
strip you with malicious fervour
of all nightly rest endeavours
of all chances of oblivion.
Copyright © Archontoula Alexandropoulou | Year Posted 2015
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