it keeps me
waking hours long
sleeping;something too small
but for i can not acertain
i haunts me
in sleep it waits
for waking moments
to show me
past present future
like all ghost do
but the painful torture
does not stop
for what is shown
will not change
and sleep will not come
i and my mind
can only suffer in agony
and a calming rest
is hard to find
as storms flash through
every cloing of my senses
throws me in rapids of memories
each a razor sharp rock
as i tumble and roll
into each one
images flash in my eyes
some of hells i have lived through
others heavens i use to have
in this river of future hells
and past heavens
i am haunted by what
i could have had
but never wanted to be offered
so i trying to capture
every fleeting miniscule
moment of sleep
wait quietly in the dark...
 
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