No sleep tonight when the shadows are too loud-

Creeping in from the corners again now.

But there is naught enough to drown out

the most Familiar of sounds.


There is no denying that the reasoning is sound-

From the darkness that dwells ever in the background.

When it knows me so well,

having stood and laughed over my personal hell.


No peace tonight,

When the Memory is so loud;

Coming from the place

I wish I’d forgotten about.
No, There is no torment quite like  Having no End-

Being precariously suspended by so thin a Thread.


Trapped above hell-

out of reach of heaven;

No, there is no resisting

such calculated suggestion.








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