Christopher Flaherty Poet Free verse

He 4 Whom the Bells Toll

I will still be here waiting

Long after time is called

And every opportunity has been spurned

Because at this moment

I am so endlessly tired

Find myself craving sleep

And in need of a break

Some precious rest

Or merely a change

And if that doesn't come anytime soon

I am eventually going to be forced
into letting go of the string on my
lead balloon

And embrace another impending doom 
way after noon when I finally stir and
try my level best to awaken

To the impending sunset followed by
perennial darkness eminating from
my black tar molasses heart and soul

For I am he who for who the Midnight
Christmas Mass Bell's Toll

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Jennifer Proxenos April 29, 2022 at 12:02 PM Hi Christopher ,hope you are doing OK - Try to get more sleep, you'll fell better for it, you owe It to yourself and your friends. HUGS AND BLSSINGS JENNIFER.

David Kavanagh April 28, 2022 at 3:50 PM The constant craving for sleep is quite unsettling Christopher, if your not getting it in a single night, you will certainly be exhausted every morning, and lethargic most of the day, I would encourage you to visit the doc, you certainly need to break this cycle, and they can help you, cheers David