In sleep, I am always alone.
No bed is large enough hold
all of my tossings. I awake
again and again, and feel
darkness as a weight.
Even as I push against it,
it presses harder, it takes
my breath. I am scared to see
my exhaled breath dissolving.
Something malign exhausts my reserves.
Or so it seems. Could it be some wounded
part of me exacts this hostility? Only
near dawn do I sink into a vexed sleep
that mocks the repose I long for.
Oh, in what detour of darkness
do my sweet dreams reside?
I'm sure, Daniel, many relate to the experience expressed here. In this case, I don't, so I wish you will find where your sweet dreams reside. -Glen
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Very true, during this covid-19 times, while I had all the symptoms though they call it asymptomatic, loss of smell, loss of taste, I also went through the loss of sleep and remained awake till 4.30 am and as you said " Only near dawn do I sink into a vexed sleep that mocks the repose I long for." Normally I sleep at will (Thanks Almighty) and this poem reminded me month Aug 2020. Stay safe and stay healthy.10****