Bring my Night to Sleep



Where does the TIME go,
Especially late at night,
When the fright of a stupid fight
Shivers my life like
Mud that quivers in the rain?

Can I be a little more like 'me,'
Or should I keep my soul
All to myself, and never ever
Let you totally into my realm?

I do pray for some guidance
To keep this mindless night
Deep within all the flesh
That is so indebted to light
Bringing my night to sleep.




Poetry by JK Fisher
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Written on 2015-12-13 at 09:48

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A feeling we know all too well. The night is long and full of terrors, but your exquisite rhyming and this wonderful poem might keep them at bay.
2015-12-14



The ingenious rhyming (like ''the fright of a stupid fight'') is delightful. Thinking about time usually gives me a headache and I wouldn't recommend it for insomnia. :)
2015-12-13


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Maybe at night , JK , when sleep - is reluctant to come - as we toss and turn - time stands still - we expreance the the hour that has no number - is not on the clock face.
Ken
2015-12-13