Jane Dougherty Writes


Elusive sleep slips,

Sifts through the spaces

Between the stars,

And sweet oblivion buzzes

With the terrible grinding of the mind’s cogs.

Dawn grates on the horizon,

Mimicking the rasp of morning birds.

The world roils like a shifting storm-sea,

Gnashing its teeth,

Spitting out the pips of pleasure,

For others to gather.

Sleep slips away

Fading with the growing, crashing light,

And I long for silence,

For silent darkness,

For blessed peace.

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