I Long to Sleep

Factory
An inner shout wakes me.
Full of activity, my mind can’t rest.
I long to sleep in peace.
I must get a new attitude.

I see clouds in my sky.
They are dark and shaded.

I must banish these vapors.
I push them past the horizon.
Now sleep is easier.

The clouds don’t know what I feel.
They are not welcome here.
Do I call them with my sighs?
Every day a new horizon opens.
I am manufacturing my clouds of shame.

I will find the factory and tear it down.

W. Wayne B.

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© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credits: Ivan Safrin

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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