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Poetry


The Elusive Thing That Is Sleep

Stacey Dye

Sleep is a petulant child.
He sits in the corner with his jacks
and no amount of begging and cajoling
will convince him to let me play.

I listen to him chatter
and bounce his ball all night
but none of this lulls me to sleep.
I see him from behind my shuttered eyes

as he dances around the room
a shadow I wish would overtake me.
Sometimes, I make it to that place
in between conscious and unconscious

and he bolts. I jerk, flail, awake again,
left to stare at the ceiling.
I watch the clock as the minutes pile up,
turn to hours.

Its 4 a.m. and hes quiet now.
I look for him hoping hes had a change of heart
only to find him curled up under his blanket
in the darkest corner of the room.




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