SING ME TO SLEEP

Pitch dark, blind dark,
Inability to think,
Abridged version of pain.

Every time day breaks,
Stygian scripted life blurs once again.

Even the sunlight soot view windows,
Recurring calamitous epiphany.

She writes Braille then,
Letter bulged on paper.

Call for sleep is dark again,
Someone singing from afar.

– Emily Parker

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