In defence of Insomnia

Insomnia

While we sleep we’re losing time
the unheard tick a clockwork crime

Our eyes are blind to burning stars
our once smooth flesh replenished scars

Our ears are closed to artful Joys
Cathedral Bells just background noise

Athletic limbs now limp and frail
betray accounts of grand regale

Our silver tongues turned slavering sloth
bed-wetting Slumber on dampened cloth

For all the peace we find in sleep
tis from the waking world we reap

and in that wake our madness grows
till lifeless rest relieves our woes

© Wolfgar 2019

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