Insomnia
Sleepless eyes
Wander through the night,
The empty streets
A hollow chill.
Shadows of passers by
Ghosts of the night,
Un-hearing footsteps
Walking upon my grave...
Awake in my dream
As if there be none...
An open window,
A window never to close...
Copyright © Gary Bechter | Year Posted 2010
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