A poem

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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