the darkness whispers
and just as the light, it won’t allow sleep
a mind full of messy, sleepless things
smirks devilishly at its part in the deviant plan
shadows emerge upon the projection of light
that sneaks under the door from the hall
and the air screams wildly at the top of its lungs
eyelids refuse to drop
thoughts refuse to stop
they race in the highways of that messy mind
invisible things appear and disappear
then appear again
in the presence of nerves that show their face
in the form of tapping fingers and restless legs
pillows and blankets hold no comfort
as time ticks slowly, then faster, then slow again
making the sound of a dropped bomb
at every turn of the minute
the room is a whorehouse of fears, of pains
and of dreams deferred

by Kelly Evans, ’08

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