I close my eyes, my sleep-filled cloudy eyes
Then let the downy pillow cloak my ears,
Allow my thought-filled brain to take disguise
And crouch in darkened shadows void of fears
But one by one, like ghastly spectral shapes,
My thoughts emerge in vague and menacing pose
And while through dreams reluctantly I’ll traipse
I’ll speak no lines of poetry nor words of simple prose
My eyes, while blind, can see a thousand sights
My ears, sleep-clogged, pick out each ghostly sound
And limbs, made numb by sleep, may yet fight fights
Reposed in slumber, still my heart will pound
I cannot say which journeys I have made
Nor say which ghostly spirits I encountered on my way
And whilst I know I study every hillock, every glade
Each path I tread, each face I see, eludes me in the day
My wakeful hours are filled with anguished thought
Recall eludes me, though I keep a vigil to this end
But questions haunt me: was it I who really battles fought
Whilst I in waking conscience feel the world to be my friend?
And once again tonight sleep’s sticky fingers pull me down
Though I resist, this just delays the moment of my fate
And in sleep’s murky waters I’ll inevitably drown
But until then in fear and trepidation I must wait
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