A DAY IN THE NIGHT

Night pulls at the light beckoning me,

A slave to this maddening monotony

Of wakefulness ‘midst my slumber.

Never questioning, I rouse

To political passions and news,

Anxieties of what ifs and what shoulds,

Reprimands of days past and hauntings of

Conscience and spirit.

Stuck in a lightning rod of

Clocks ticking and time passing,

An ever alertness and surge of adrenalin

Would have me run a 10K

And finish all that is yet to be done.

But purposefulness knows purpose

And time recalls the time,

So I rest in restlessness

And sleep without sleep

And end with mine numbing solitaire,

Alone in

Solitude,

Silence

Santuary

…..sleep.

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