How can one slumber
when the mind treads
down steep winding roads
narrow uneven paths
and gravel streets that crumble
Will level pavements ever be near
for my eyes to stay sealed
to ever reveal the light
in the darkness I see
All I crave are dreams
where my shackles are free
© Donna J. Sanders
Excerpt from the book “Ataraxia”
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