I love this poem

My reality put into verse.

The thought that escaped

Twilight turns to dusk

The land now bathed in black

But one mind keeps on turning

It’s thoughts a waking trap

 

A hush sweeps through the air

Carried by endless dreams

Sleep as ever eludes

As thoughts play constant scenes

 

No longer is it distracted

Set free from daily life

Far from being mastered

The cause of all your strife

 

A nights steady reflection

But no pictures ever become clear

Why then do dreams not come

What is it that they fear

 

From hour to hours the only sound

Is that of a ticking clock

Seconds and minutes spinning away

Hands that never stop

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