Some Nights (Written August 21)

Some Nights


Some nights she could not sleep and time

Was her enemy. It played tricks

On her. What seemed like hours


Was a few minutes on the clock.

The voice that whispered, You are worthless,

Worthless, worthless, kept rushing at her,


Like traffic on a highway, coming close,

Then receding, then approaching again,

Without let-up. It would beĀ better


If you slipped quietly under the waves,

To be seen no more. Sleep

The sleep of the dead, never to wake.


You have had your moment in the sun,

You have tried and you have failed. Make

Peace with your enemies. Your time has come.

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