by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He’s Always Searching For Me
In The Wee Hours
Of The Night

He Sneaks Around So Quietly
Sometimes I Have To Hold My
Breath So He Can’t Hear Me

And Take Me Away
From My Beloved
And Our Midnight

But The Sandman
Always Finds Me

He’s Like A Blood Hound
Hunting Its Prey

The Sandman
Has The Soul
Of A Bounty Hunter
And Always Returns,
To Drag Me Away
To Bed

And Away
From The Whispers
Of My Muse

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved


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