In The Cobwebs Of Sleep

A poem or a nocuous nocturne

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Crinkled covers up to chin
‘cause everything
is a “to-do”
again

The list
I refuse to write
but always
motoring me through
the days, the nights
till exhaustion
strangles out the light

Why wake? Why wake? When the soul strays asleep
tossing and turning in hopes of relief

as gnarly limbs — clutching for oxygen —
attempt to feed
once expected
dreams
again

drift with me…drift with me…mindlessly
lull me to sleep

Breathe & Be Still ©2022

Caught a bit of the Hybrid/Prose Poetry bug over the summer. Been loving the creative flexibility of this form and how it allows the mind to wander. If you feel like drifting with me for awhile longer…

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