To Sleep, Perchance to Dream…

an Insomniac’s most fervent Desire

I welcome sleep like a long~lost Lover, beckoning

begging beautifully

But it runs from me.

elusive, enticing, forever taunting…

which witch~potion cuddled me last, i disremember

only knowing screams of terror filled my heavy ears awakened

i could not see, wet eyes, for the screaming, the screaming, the screaming…

The SSSssssscrrreammmmming?

( ’twas me )

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