INSOMNIA

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 Bleary-eyes do not trouble me.
My eyes are crystal clear and wide

awake in the hours of darkness. 

I am a gate-keeper. I await the dawn.
Another will take over my watch.

Vigilance is needed, lest the walls
be broken down, the city overrun.

 Frivolities are fruitless as the darkness
paces itself as a snail. My spirit searches
for what ever moves;

strange limbs re-position themselves in the
darkness. I am aware. I can see without eyes.

 

 By Alice Parris

 

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