Night Comes

With Its Demons,

Stays Late Into My

Hapless Toss And Turn…

Brings Its Jabbing Thoughts

Of All My Yesterdays,

Leaves Me Tangled

In The Wet Sheets

Of Memories…

With Dawn,

The Weary Self Of

Bone And Flesh

Seeks Cessation

In the hopeful


Of Day.


©Billy Ray Chitwood – March 22, 2019


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  1. I alliz say, if ya cain’t sleep write a pome about it. I don’t actually alliz say that, but it seemed appropriate after your poem. I hope you had a chance to glance at your Amazon review. I hope it is one of many glowing reviews on such a dynamic novel.

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    1. Oh, My, Jay-Man! Your review makes all the pub rejections seem meaningless! Thank you, my good and beautiful friend in this dizzy world of writing…You honor me and make my week-end more enjoyable and my wife irritated with all my hopping about raving about your review! ♥♥♥


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