No Rest For The Weary

I’m not sleeping lately

My eyes close at night, that’s true

But my dreams are filled with images of you

Dead and cold…lying flat on your back

There are no words

No words

Your skin feels thick and your flesh is hard

Nothing about you appears to be

The man I knew 

No angels are present in this place

No devils…

Only you and I

In a vacuum, lost to time

Neither love, nor hate, is strong enough

To bridge the distance between you and I 

As I stand alone at your bedside 

Holding  your cold dead hand

I look away for a moment

And, in that moment, you are lost to me


My eyes open, again, to the lonely night 

To regret


And the arrogant thought that I could have changed things

If I’d really tried 

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