Slumber Is Not My Lover

Slumber is not my lover
when I shut my eyes later
at the strike of the night’s
10:30.

I exhaust, I deplete,
I use my feet to run
more distance that
I can run.

But slumber isn’t my lover.
Music fades, weaker
than the strum of thoughts
in appearance of Bigfoot
and dragons.

I force to throw myself on bed,
to close my eyes and feast
the dark, but slumber is not
a good lover. My enemy is
my own anxiety.

 

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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8 Responses to Slumber Is Not My Lover

  1. bejamin4 says:

    Another good one! Great title!

  2. beth says:

    this describes it so well

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