Frail Night
Frail night falls upon blasted daylight
my irises grow large
as the light
fades into oblivian
and I
wasted from the days' efforts
fall mightally into
deep slumber like that of
a child
Frail night gives rise to endless running thoughts
over and over again
replayed ad nauseum
while I
toss and try turning
to feel the minutest touch of the sandman
upon these eye lids
Frail night
obsessing about my ancient history
churning and railing into the blackness
where all around me
I hear the voices of those dead and long gone
they speak to me
their unfinished business
now my business
as I live and breathe
into the next day.
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