Silent Sleep

In the night, silence– but not stillness of the mind.
We keep awake with the thoughts that can’t move past the traffic jam
of monotonous duties and jobs and chores and
sleep and eat and live.

So in the night before unconsciousness drifts,
We are left with very conscious thoughts. Too much sometimes,
They keep us awake, leaving us to start thinking of
All the Things we must do tomorrow,
All the duties and jobs and chores,
And then, we sleep. Tomorrow we live.


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