Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


The sleeping dog at my feet jerks and barks, chasing away the monsters of dreamland.
They have kept me awake with their angry gnashing teeth, harsh words of hurt that will not release me, and I am left bruised and restless, another unwilling insomniac.

The morning dawns with its unresolved bitter rain.
The dog is calm, the creatures howling, running away into the dark woods of broken memories.

I gather the tattered remnants of my dreams around me, turn my face away from the storm-streaked window, and pray for elusive sleep.

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