ARTIFICIAL SLEEP

 

Sleep is a distant friend

In these curled sheets

Rarely coerced by a medicine

And trapped by tired legs

Chosen to shut down the brain and

Most of its signals…

Lids do not move rapidly

No reliving of trauma

Nor the unconscious

Compulsion to correct

Somebody else’s mistake

This sleep is

Timeless,

Tireless

Love less

Painless

( Published by the author in http://thewagonmagazine.com )