sleepless
In moments before midnight
the madness of
a single day shatters.
Tossing and turning
bloody in a bed of broken
silvered glass.
one last hour
Ugly suppressed
memories of mistakes
hop around me like puppies.
Each and every one
clamoring for its share
of my attention.
Pulling at the sheets and wrestling
to expose my sins to the darkness.
one last hour
In the dimness
the deluded clock clicks
over another minute.
I am frantic
“to sleep perchance to dream”
mummers more foolish than I.
one last hour
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