A heart thrashing to the sound of the owls who,
Plagued with anxiety and exhaustion–the covers drawn.
Clutching and clawing at me every once in a blue,
I lie awake lock-jawed by this infernal yawning.
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Sleep–sweet sleep evades this troubadours brain,
Locked in battle with evasive slumber.
Constant swordplay wearies and drains;
Praying for conscious fade to black and umber.
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Tortured sleepless by jailers masochistic,
For hour upon hour seemingly without end.
Hopes of escape deemed deeply unrealistic,
No longer this life do I care to defend.
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What is one to do about this self-imposed draw-and-quartering,
But take broadsword in hand for the sandmans slaughtering.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt: Sleepless
Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 10 December Writing Prompt
Dom DiFrancesco 
Excellent rhythm to this.
Thank you WB.
If anything I hope you choose to defend your poetry!!! I think your on to something amazing
Thank you my friend, I will defend it to the end as it has become such a big part of my life. Thank you for your very kind words, they are appreciated. :)
Courageous sonneteer taking up both pen and sword to tackle the Sandman – awesome read Dom. Thank you for playing
Thank you for putting it out there, I really enjoyed writing it, great prompt my friend :)
Glad you could use it Dom :)
Love the last two lines!
Thank you Roxi, this one was fun to write, fortunately I’m not suffering from insomnia at the moment, but I certainly know all too well what it is like.
Great poem Dom!
Thank you Jen, I credit the prompt for the inspiration. :)
I clicked on “Like,” but it’s not such a nice thing to “like” the situation you describe. What I really meant was this is very well expressed. Well done.
Best wishes for a good night’s sleep, Dom.
Thank you very much Elaine. I too find many posts that “Like” is probably not the correct word, but none the less I think it at least shows appreciation for what was posted.