Unto the sweet dark it lets you
Drift, unaware of the wicked game
a flashing yellow crossing light
Snares away the nights precious zzz's
Eyes opened searching the blind space
Thoughts churn like a cement mixer
Heavy and thick, pouring down into
My souls abyss
Disappointment crawls
through my veins as I realize once again I'm caught in its evil snare
You will not defeat me in the witching hour
Stand strong with my silver sword
Axing away it's grip with words
That rest my weary soul.
-Colleen 8-3-2013
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