Who stole all the sand…

Sleep has become the bane of my existence,
friend and foe in toxic measures
caressing me in captive resistance
depriving me of sleeps pleasures.
Sleep has become a lost source of mind
swinging me in kinetic fusion
held hostage in the recess of moments I find
relief is becoming just an allusion.
Sleep is becoming a far of dream
even the lucid variant is missing
and the sandman never hears my wishing.
Sleep has become the bane of my existence,
drowning in the moments so insistent.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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