SleepA Poem by D. Jonessleep has feigned its friendship i fear for the slow whisper of the sandman i do not hear restlessly, my body language clamors but all i hear are the clocks hammers each click a tick towards slumber but each tick a tock too late i wonder i stare into darkness, more out than in wishing that the lights would go out within© 2016 D. Jones |
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