Poetry
When in Desire for Sleep
‘… a cry shrieks out …’
when time strikes midnight voices on the street echo late night early morning monotone. the radio’s black-and-white hum of the shipping forecast a questionable meditation for a half-arsed sleep.
bright-white lights worry tightly closed curtains one’s inner-chamber fooled into daylight-hours waking time. where a hush stutters loud. and muted conversations rise into whines of inebriated banter. tiresome traffic growling to a stilted sort of creep.
when a cry shrieks out
the barrier between insomnia and something close to sleeping shatters like a painful pane of glass.
the screech of a child with the wail of such magnitude indescribably piercing to one’s skull.
a nightmare
for the half-conscious mind grappling with reality. pulling blinds wide. the window sash opening
to two fox-faces in merciful annoyance. wide-eyed and stupefied. this human ruining their moment — of lust.
© Sally A Mortemore 2023. All Rights Reserved.
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