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Insomnia

The divine struggle

By Cathy holmesPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

As I lay me down to rest,

Bundled in cotton sheets, I nest.

Craving for a sweet reprieve,

Demons rise, and my dreams they thieve.

Everything you do is wrong.

Failure is your signature song.

Go now, bless, and say a prayer.

Heaven can’t help you. Nobody cares.

Incantations won’t set you free,

Just know your soul belongs to me.

Kindred spirits are you and I.

Liar! I scream into the void.

My mind is clear, my heart is pure.

No more will you darken my door.

Oppressive demon, be on your way,

Pausing, not another day.

Quiet, girl! You know you’re mine.

Resistance is futile, no intervention divine.

Sleep now, in my wicked arms.

Try not to resist my iniquitous charms.

Understand your fate is with me.

Villainous demon, set me free!

Without my compliance, you have no power.

Xenial spirits have joined me this hour.

Yellow-bellied demon, give up the fight.

Zenith has found me, on this starry night.

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Cathy holmes

Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.

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    Written by Cathy holmes