Sleep is
miles away
Dreams and I
like night and day
The lights
go off and on
Darkness to
dawn
Crawling
lonesome hours
Echoing
ghostly towers
Words are
strangers
Emotional
scavengers
When
patience is rich
Wait behaves
like a bitch
Nothing is “on
the house”
Neither lies
nor vows
Moments are
empty rooms
Memories-cobweb
looms
Loneliness-an
archeological dream
Life is
afloat beneath the stream
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