2 a.m.

Poem About Nightmares

Sleep has wrapped its thick bands around me
and lazily pulls me down into bed.
The alarm clock sits,
poised on the edge of the nightstand
relishing every minute that ticks by.
I’m still awake and its that much closer
to screaming me out of my dreams.

But I cannot send resentment its way.
I cannot betray it by slapping
the snooze button and rendering it useless
It has rescued me from the
paralyzing clutches of my nightmares.
And even though my feet ache
from running for my life,
I swing them over the side of the bed
and I switch it off sweetly
like a master scratches their dogs chin.

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