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I've Gone to Bed

To foil .....death.

For, he can't touch me, if.

I don't dream.

I'll hide amongst, the darkness. 

Amidst, the clawing hands. 

Lost, amongst the screams.

Of those, long ...... dead.

I'll stand, stock still. 

I'll not, breathe loud.

I'll close my eyes, and wait, the touch.

Of sunlight.

I'll wait for morning song.

To silence evil.

Lest, I get caught.

And, dream

To remain forever .....

Eternally 

Put 

To sleep......

Giajl © Jim Love