It’s Sleep

Sleep was a charlatan

Asking me to recline

Obfuscating the light

Head leaning away

From the dreams

Distant clock chimed

An alien tune of time

Pushing life away

Toward an unreality

Dreams flowing away

Cascading furiously

The impaled heart

Unable to feel the rush

Resting on clock hands

It was anticlimactic

Dreams rushed in

From unknown lands

Sleep seized the day

Hapless dreams

Spoke in dejected tone

A reclining body

Weak and empty life

Embrowned horizon

A difficult sunset


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