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)