day 84

sleep still possesses me
as i obligingly take my walk;
like a fugitive it escaped,
for hours in the night
while i wrestled with bed covers,
helplessly trying to recapture
night’s elusive slumber.

at last it returned unannounced,
slipping in like a hand in a pocket,
pulling me deep into dream’s abyss
of revolving, unending imagery.

morning came with all its brillance
yet sleep resisted my release
so i walk, still its prisoner
until, in boredom, it retreats…

3.25.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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