Jane Dougherty Writes


Elusive sleep slips,

Sifts through the spaces

Between the stars,

And sweet oblivion buzzes

With the terrible grinding of the mindโ€™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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