Sleep Afar
Amidst my sleep, the cockcrow
Like a clamor from the crow
The murky eclipse _ still lying in
rows
Precious sleep, how I need your
grip
For the bulwarks won’t breath
nor the dusky move a lip
As I vie with the whizzes _
curtains flip
Submerge my soul _ make it lie
in state
Like the Dead Sea, my eyes are
at stake
As the mind think over the
earlier mistake
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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