Sweet dreams we
crave or thoughtless rest,
The night has us for
it's pet.
Flashes of metal
skies and shuttered walls,
Of high visibility,
slips, trips and falls.
Approaching
deadlines from an impatient land,
Swallowed promises
by blinkered drones.
Money changers with
poisoned souls,
A rabid Pisheog
consumed us whole.
A well earned race
for long necked reward,
Integrity of a
week's end lost.
Motivation void from
endless days,
Frustrated screams
and tempers fray.
Veil of black on our
tired heart,
Progenies no longer
in warm embrace.
A promise of light
in splendid ground,
An empty head free
of sleepless sounds.
But before we let
the hope mask slip,
Perhaps tomorrow a
change of script.
Worthwhile toil and
crops to reap,
With darkness then,
a chance to sleep.
