Do You Sleep? Poem by kath otoole
Do You Sleep?
Pitch-painted night.
You put the overshadowed day to flight.
Devouring all, you leave no lingering light.
And all the walls are breached,
and all that once was right
seems wrong.
The hour grows late and yet I wait
awake too long, and take again
the bait that fells the fortress of the day,
remaining conscious when thought should have
long since slipped away.
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