My nights and days collide. Sleep is lost.

Sleep is Lost

Sleep is Lost

Trees of life and lives lived softly
In the shade of this night,
Doing nothing...just staying
In the shadows of the morning sun..

Afternoons wasted and hated
When nothing has happened
Except for demonic naps
Happening inside my mask.

All of us find strength in life and love
Seeming to perform a wasted effort,
While trying to block the sunset
So bright this sweet evening.

I try sleep again.

Poetry by JK Fisher
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Written on 2016-07-16 at 11:06

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David W. Glavin
I know this feeling well. You expressed it perfectly

I love this. I loved the transition from night to evening the afternoon but was interesting
Good one