A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

By Jeanne Marie – Women Who Think Too Much.Wordpress.Com
And Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet

Sleep Eats My Hours
Like A Starving,
Desert Demon,
It Swiftly Steals
And Devours
My Most Precious
Moments In Seconds

I Awaken Each Morning
To Find Years And Years 
Have Slowly
Slipped Away
In A Silent,
Unconscious
And Addictive State
Of Amnesia

The Tic Tocking
Of My Heartbeats
Marking Off The Time,
And The Number Of Nows
Sacrificed And Lost To Sleep

I Spend My Days
Cherishing
Each Now
That Comes To Me,
Making Memories
And Moments
To Remember

Before Night Falls
And The Sandman
Emerges Out Of A
Veiled And Drowsy Fog
Where He’s Been
Hiding And Waiting
To Put Me To Sleep
Where The Tick Tocks
Of My Heartbeats
Can Be Stolen By Sleep

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And Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 10-30-2020 – 8:30 p.m.