Sleepless Nights Original Version
My mind wanders down empty hallways
Looking to find the land of slumber
Sleep elusive there is no gateway
There are no sheep for me to number
My mind is trapped in gooey darkness
Looking to find the land of slumber
The clock ticks as a quiet witness
It's wretched hands torturing my brain
My mind trapped in gooey darkness
Random thoughts fall on me like the rain
The past a spectre grabs for my throat
It's wretched hands torturing my brain
Sleep was once pleasant like a sweet note
Future was filled with possibility
The past a spectre grabs for my throat
Sleepless is my new reality
My mind wanders down empty hallways
Future was filled with possibility
Sleep elusive there is no gateway
Originally written for
Contest by Leonora Galinta
"Sleepless Nights"
Decided to enter free verse version instead.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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