Sleep,
deep, un-fretful,
uninterrupted sleep.
Stolen,
and in its place,
tidbits of trivia,
aftertastes of relationship rows,
half-remembered dreams,
un-popped kernels of emotion.
This night time thief,
waits to make its appearance
until the quiet of the night,
only leaving
at the breaking of the day,
knowing,
it can return at any time,
having obtained the key to gain entry.
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Well that certainly describes a large portions of my nights. The days of silencing the ‘night thief’ with a glass of wine are sadly gone.