Enemy of Sleep
Green digital dials punish me for staring
The numbers slowly past 3, on to four....
Then some more...
I roll over to take more torture
From those green digital numbers
Evil beings that they are-
Shadows dance turning my wall
Into a theatrical scene
Of grotesque figures and other
I roll over to avoid the screaming
What can I do?
No answer came
So i just lay here,.none the wiser
green dials still flickering torture.
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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