My Damn Musings To Go

I'll keep doing this over and over until I get it… wrong

(My will was weak … but I insisted.)

An Enshrouded Drift

It was late one vague night
and my head was very light;
the problems were short-spaced and many
which didn’t help matters any

I tried to elude them to sleep
but sinking in eludeness wasn’t deep;
my will was weak … but I insisted
their will was strong … and they persisted

Struggling awake and able – suppressing a yawn,
hoping they cringed at light, I hoped for dawn;
I knew they’d be my guests until dawn came
but I knew I would win, for that was my aim

I remember trying to make a cowardly deal
so when it was over, I’d have no wounds to heal;
but they were earless and kept surrounding my bed
and kept attacking their target area of my head

But if they could lose, and I could somehow win,
my resistance in the future wouldn’t be as thin;
but if they would win, and I would somehow lose
I’d always be heading a list they’d always choose

The edge of dawn came around to share,
saving me, from that nightlong lair;
they tried their luck, coming on like thunder
but losing their bid to pull me under

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