By Nicole Badiali
Dreamlike webs collect each day
Preparing for another grim reaping
In those hours I’ll lay jaded
Before I wonder if I’m even sleeping
Is it the nightmares I’ve been fleeing?
Or do these nice scares come stampeding
Bittersweet evenings with no real meaning
Story of my life when I’m not sleeping
Sleepless hours sizzle to my demise
This new power tickles at friendly ties
How do I cut loose these wicked highs
Fuzzy wuzzy brain, wishy washy eyes
Muddy, ugly rains pissing off my skies