Time is cruel, tipsy at best, drunk at most
Sleep to wake: wake to sleep
Which comes first the chicken or the egg?
Awake to sleep or sleep to wake
My conscious naps during daytime
But with restless wings flap late at night.
The Sun hides behind my nightmares
And darkened skies I submit to their final tab.
To wish this on no friend or foe alike
From Hitchcock's human psychological lab
A sinking feeling from my head to toe
Down the bell tower, a heart ploughs
Latent acrophobia conquers life its foe
Love ends, as the nun and the church bell arouse.
February 23,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
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