Calling Mr. Sandman

Seconds wind down on the clock

Yet the hours fly through the space

Twice the knock beckons you forth

Another sleepless night begins

Each sound startles you

As dreams begin to fade

The room, still pitch black

Seems to scream in horror

So you wake up

Turn on all lights

The sounds quiet

All seems peacefull

But as your eyelids start to close

He who knocks, knocks twice more

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Bravo!

see! I knew you had it in you that unrhyming force. Good job grasshopper! You listened well. Am not saying all poems have to not rhyme but it's nice to break away from the mold and free ones creative flow by removing the obstacle of rhyme. I thoroughly enjoyed this.I just hope now I can sleep tonight! ( Just kidding!) kudos, your poetry guru-ess <--(seeing as I'm female the ess seemed appropriate to attach here) Melissa