Treasure Island

Jan Sand

(February 2 1926 / USA)

Dark Trouble


The need to sleep is absolute.
There’s no resistance to it.
When work or interests object,
Nature commands, “Just do it! ”
I do not like, each night, to find
Myself in strange and occult places
Threatened from before, behind,
With wickedness with evil faces,
Where scenery can change and shift,
Where memory can blur and drift,
Regardless how you search and sift,
All efforts crush the precious gift
Of logic and good sense.
Awakening is such relief
For clarity to commence,
To flee the murky fief
Of fear, ambush, and fright,
Freedom from that awful grief
Until the fall of night.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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