At night they beat upon my soul grasping to sense and stage through in my waking.
I long for sleep as the walls of life thicken.
My spleen aches with internalized pain.
Those shore-side see my beacon as I hide my sight.
I am awake, but in need of sleep.
© 18-Nov-2014 -Sonja J. Johnston
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