Hypersomnia
Every so once in a while
I'm telling you this with no guile
I simply have to escape
Well rested from the night before
at least in hours of apneic snore
Found I in pitiable shape
It happens none to often
Or you'd find me in a coffin
The lure so interminably deep
Dream filled as I wonder through
The halls my cocoon a grayish blue
A place going farther than sleep
Wrestling a struggle to wakefulness
In my padded cell said with no jest
A decision made in resolve
In returning to the rest
Of sleepwalkers walking through their lives
A pattern I notice of brain fog
Precedes this place of which I log
To the place where cobwebs swept away
things sorted put once more in play
All inclinations and drives
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2022
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