In den dark
Hidden deep
d
o
w
n
Night’s hip pocket
Sleep
My old friend
Betrays
Quietness
The turncoat
d
r
o
w
n
s
Rolling green dreams
With frigid splashes
Of unaccompanied
Peace
The sandman
An old ally
d
r
a
i
n
s
My Oasis dry
With wicked windstorms
Of slicing
Silence
Help me God
The muted answer
Plows up rooted tears
Stillness stands
Startled
By sobs of
Hollowed sorrow
Begging hope
It’s a start
I sneeze
Allergies
Dust
My Bible
Nearby
Beneath sleeping pills
And tranquilizers
Trembles with the expectation
Of touch
Psalms
A hot cup of tea
Steams
Steeps and warms
My soul
I will lie down
Now
And sleep
My peace
Now partnered
For my Lord
Alone
Blankets me
With safety
Stifling
The silence
Of grief
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Lots and lots of alliteration and assonance in this gorgeous poem! The reference to psalms brings us the verse of "I will sleep in peace," I have read this verse so many times when I couldn't sleep. "In night's hip pocket" ... clever, clever,clever! My only suggestion: I'm not sure I like "an old ally." I wanted to read "old ally" or "the old ally".
I know you wanted the short a sound there, but it doesn't quite work for me. Again, another brilliant poem.
