Night

A poem

Photo by Timothée Duran on Unsplash

The sky has long since darkened
rest calls out to me in deceit
I lay myself to go to sleep
yet slumber refuses to take me

I turn and turn to find comfort
it is there, but body and mind
cannot find ease, too bruised
the body keeps the score

It’s true I love to sleep, the escape
from my physical confinement
my body ails and fails me
yet dreaming does not come for me

Published in The Lark