Newish Poem

“Dark Sleeper”

Oh dark sleeper,

Not too close now,

Lest I become infected with that curse,

That black enveloping thing you call slumber,

Dark sleeper not too close now,

I don’t want to catch your disease,

I don’t want to fall asleep yet,

There’s a story no words can net,

A song no melody can embody,

All the letters fall through my hands,

Like endless black grains of sand,

Typecast and stormy,

Coaly ink and lost thoughts merging,

I haven’t reached it yet,

Haven’t earned my rest,

Dark sleeper, not too close now

I don’t want your ways to reach me,

Your infinite yawn to devour

Dark sleeper,

Not too close now.