Another Stilled Night
Is it better to cloak the night in dreams,
or to lie awake in the darkness,
plotting for what dawn will bring
as the unwilling hours stretch out
to drag each other slowly forward
to fall in unused heaps at the foot
of the bed that wallows in the doldrums
of another stilled night, where each
tick falls like the footstep of some uncurling monster
that creeps from dark shadow to shadow,
waiting for you to close your eyes
so its claws can reach out to drag you away.
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