So i can sleep

sometimes late at night
when the desire to sleep can't
find a way home and the babies of
madness dance in a bloody mockery
of peace and contentment to finally
leave me motionless and aware-less
of self and others,

just sitting in my aloneness waiting for
something, anything, everything to come
screaming across my soul and rip a care
from an empty pack of carelessness and
write meaning one more time so I can sleep
without....you.

J. Masuda © 2006
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