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Night

A poem

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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

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By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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