Night hours

Night wraps me tightly.
I feel it’s choke-hold,
hard as black.

Twisted, tumbled sheets.

I grasp for sleep;
It slithers, laughing,
into the relentless dark.

No eyes shut tight.
Not for me.
Not tonight. 

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