Shadows, stretched taught by the minutes
ticking tocking ticking tocking
skies darken their hue
as another day begins to fade
and not just from our memory
from time itself
we exit the light
we enter the night
soon our dreams shall claim us
sleep our ever-present friend
banishing these daymares
turning them to dust
to gather in the hour-glass
as we slowly drift away
darkness takes us by the hand
leading us into never-never land
a time to frolic, dance and play
the sounds of laughter holding sway
sleep long sleep tight my dear
for morning shall soon be here
our dreams will again be disturbed
as we once more become perturbed
Sandman my ally, Sandman my friend
I pray to you, in homage
may this night
we exit the night
we enter the light.
After reading a few posts recently, and empathizing with them and trying to offer some solace, it appears to me that night is no longer our enemy, more of a friend to be welcomed so we get some respite from, well, whatever it is that mars our days. I just prefer to think of it as our daymare. The nights I get some peace that I no longer get during the daylight hours. When I sleep, the meds knock me right out and I dream or just sleep, undisturbed. Then, I wake up and the grind of another day greets me, laughing like some demented hyena on speed.
I don’t exactly fear daytime, but my condition has zero effect when I am asleep, its only when I am awake. The nights are easy, the days, well, I get through em best I can and I know others exist who find the same. So this is my tribute in a way to all those who find each day a struggle.
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