06 February 2011

Oh Sleepless Hour

Oh sleepless hour,
You allow a circus of thoughts
to take center stage in my conscious.
You are the unsettling of the compass;
North's magnetic rival.

Fear of darkness feeds your infliction upon the body.
Awake, aching as though to have landed.
Stunned, a rabbit in the high-beam.

You take charge over the imagination;
Foot steps along the floor.
Who is he, residing under the bed?

Oh sleepless hour,
What tricks you play upon my soul.


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