Oh tortuous night

how thou hast

defeated me.

Whilst Angels sleep

against a weeping moon

the painful pull

of sleeps flirtations.

Does thou bring soon

comfort and release

from dark hells hounds

with murderous intent.

Oh tortuous night

now thou hast

defeated me.

 

© Insomnia 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration house in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)