A Ghost In-The-Chamber-Of Sleep Poem by Mark Heathcote

A Ghost In-The-Chamber-Of Sleep



There's a ghost in the chamber of sleep.
Not yet ready to moan, groan, cry, or bleep.
Bullet-fired, unloaded shots that met their target.
Sleep—there's no need to get downhearted.
As life and death are daily constants.

Monday, September 21, 2020
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