Sonnet 780.52 – Insomnia Disorder

  Sonnet 780.52     Why am I and who made me the watchman Over this parody of an estate, This mockery of a castle.  The ashcan Glows and grows heavy.  I sit, puff and wait For rest to find its way into this house Of long aching shingles, bone creaking beams And haze scratched […]

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