Poetry: Sleep Trouble
Brooding over shadows in the gloom
Of things that passed away with yesterday
Or groping in the dark to handle things that
Can’t yet be seen in the light of present reality,
Is like coping with a ghost housemate -
You know nothing could drive as close to madness.
Don’t get stuck with Yesterday over a debt it owes you,
Because it’s done gone and most times un-accountable.
Don’t stay awake through the night, afraid
of the stranger called tomorrow creeping in on you unawares,
Because when he comes he may not be as hostile as you make.
For worse are the night dreams of a worried man than his trouble itself.
© 2004, Tee Akindele
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