Sleep

Corridors of the mind, a haven indeed Waves of water, crashing like cries, like murmurs recede Tiny fingers like insects’ feet, graze along the eyes Drag against the cloth, the switch turns on, she pries, Tightened pillows, I cannot hear, I cannot hear, And even so, and in her ill, behind my eyes I see her leer, Her chilling coughs, her body shivers, more than a cold her body wrack Sounds of time will ebb away, I know But pushed away, from walls where loudest, She taught me well. The fear is thorough. I have no claim of defense, or any other valid duress And when those eyes did close to the echoes of pitter patter, water drops, like her steps Thus every shadow followed to every tear left unwept.