Nighttime
Peaceful for you, perhaps...
those of you for whom
the little gremlins of past life
do not whisper and chant
Pull on your sleeping caps
enter your clumber tomb
walk past the gaslight
I know I can't.
On the avenue of dreams
you journey to rest
no demons there to haunt
or maintain wakeful state...
Insomnia: it seems
I am given this test
wearines to taunt
lack of somnolence to hate.
by a friend, 1997