Close Your Eyes and Beg

A massacred mind on a morose night.

Never short of a few snapshots

Or indeed some sounds shoehorned in there somewhere.

Polluted by the bombardment of a long day.

Insisting on persisting even when asked to desist,

Who could ever control their thoughts though?

Not me.


Eyes earnestly closed.

An insane attempt to look into his own brain.

Entrapped in the black depths of insomnia

Let me go please

He begged

I need to sleep

The little fawn fidgeted until dawn.

Who needs sleep anyway?

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