Do you ever lie in wait
at the corner of your bed
hoping to wake
before the morning alarm
before day break
but you just can’t rest?
Entombed the night before
with a heavy head
and the sombre embrace
of the unseen lead
that sits on your shoulder blades
like a paper weight
holding you back
between a Monday and a mess.
Your face is still in your hands
there is whisky on your night stand
you can’t even cry yourself to sleep
you can’t even will yourself to weep.
So tell me again
with dreamless eyes
and insomniac minds
what is it that you
want for Christmas this year?
A horse?
A sled?
A rainbow bed?
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