the last day…

the last day

so much easier
to sleep
when the rumble
of death’s traffic
is further
down the road
the occasional
flickers of light
through windows
like the passing of friends
serve as a reminder
but only disrupt
the social slumber
ever so slightly
but
now
sounds grow stronger
each night
as if
life
has detoured
death
closer to my door
vibrating
and
loosing thoughts
once firmly placed
on memory’s shelf
creating
belief’s disarray
and
dusty fears
that make it
hard to sleep
as if
repose
is
a waste
of time

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