Friday, December 24, 2010

An Insomniac's Tale

Sleep is an allusion
Just a ripple in the pond
I trail my fingers in the water
As I stumble along
Chasing after the sandman
I'm sure he's nearby
He's probably just forgotten
To tend to my outward cry

But soon I will catch him
And spin him into a dream
Until he is convinced that
Peaceful slumber is what I need
I'll probably find him
By the sliver of the moon
Where I can trap him
With whispers of love
And notions to set the mood
And when I've got him
In my little path
I will beg for salvation
From my sleepless wrath.
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