As I lay here in sleepless night...
Will I dream the dreamed lit fright?
Will this night frighten me scared? ...
Will it remember my sleepless cared.
Will the tiredness, call me scared? ...
Be it wreaking nothing bared.
In my most untrusted being...
Will I blindly miss my seeing?
In the early rising Sun...
Will the terror, remainly run.
Deeper, deepest all night long...
Ingrained beneath my slumbered song.
Had I heard the words, so clear? ...
Had the spectered, to reappear?
Hid by all his whispered words...
Beyond the flight of flightless birds.
As if in that dream lit night...
Of all unholy, terrored sight.
Terrored sight, be all his grim....
Torn asundered, by his trim.
In his shadowed parlored tricks...
Spent less hours, sleep of six.
Will he come to take me home? ...
Will I rest, before, I roam?
Will that ghost say to me? ...
You'll die dreadfully, unfree!
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-lay-in-sleepless-night/
