318 Night sweats

Posted on February 20, 2016 by Ken Greenman

As for me, I would avoid
the dark stretches of the night,
where gremlins, anxiety and ghouls
slither from beneath my bed
to invade their annex in my head
where all that is left for me is
xanax and the deep drugged
unconscious of the dead.
I would rather the soft drift
on the easy flowing stream
and let the midnights madness
scream be climax of another’s dreams.
But I can’t.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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