Broken Sleep Poem by Phil Soar

Broken Sleep



I sometimes feel I get no sleep at all
The remnants of my dreams I can't recall
And through the darkness, there's no end in sight
As I lie thinking, in the dead of night

The room is empty, but I feel concerned
It smells like there is incense being burned
And when I wake, a ghostly shade of light
Is haunting me throughout a sleepless night

No matter how long I remain awake
I wonder how long it is going to take
Before I shut my eyes and drift away
Into a world where night remains all day

I sometimes feel I never rest at all
I'm always on the go, or so I'm told
But when I try to sleep and close my eyes
All I see are stars in darkening skies

One day I know I'll sleep the day away
And evenings too, when ghosts and spirits play
And nothing then will stir things in my head
Because I won't be sleeping, I'll be dead

Sunday, April 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,sleep
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