Slumber

Written by: Dana Smith

How he sleeps in the corners of darkness, . . In the welcoming sorts in my mind; Will he sleep until the blood flow halts, And the secrets I've kept must unwind? For he stirs in the bit of what's conscious, Though hiding in what sha'nt awake . . How long will he keep my sorrows comp'ny, How long 'til my walls of stone break? These 'mares have woke me from slumber, And smothered my dreams full of peace; No matter how quiet he sleeps in my head, My heart still refuses release