Broken Sleep
Creeping madness
on my skin,
fits of cluttered rage.
Stealing sadness
from within,
skipping forward page.
Rusty hinges
on my brain,
feathered pillow see.
Slowly driving
me insane,
broken window flee.
Absent slumber
cloudy days,
withered dreams of plight.
I often wonder
how it weighs,
another sleepless night.
Copyright © Wayne Emerson Tidwell | Year Posted 2008
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