Catching one last
Hour of sleep is
Daunting,
Invaded by dreams
Of strange yet
Familiar faces,
Caught in unmanageable
Situations,
Scenes of violent
And unpredictable
Events.
You are there,
But not,
Your smile morphing
Into a grimace
That I can not overcome.
Waking is bliss,
Even though light
Has not yet graced
The edge of the eastern sky.
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