Micro Poem

Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me that after a long journey I find myself mere moments from sleep. My brain is overcooked soup, and all I long for is to shut my eyes and leave the world awhile. I have something of a poem I put together, too brief to warrant it’s own post, but I’ll add a song I enjoyed and hope no one will notice.

I feel the darkness grow.
I’m trapped within a maze.
These twisting corridors
promise nothing but pain.

Dead men in graves rustle,
their sleep is now disturbed.
I fear not that they’ll rise,
but by contrast reveal
that I’m their like inside.

Goodnight, sleep tight.