Sleep Came Fitfully…

Sleep, last night, came fitfully,

After chasing the demons,

Out of my head,

I was off to bed,

But sleep came hard,

Tossed and turned,

Felt I was being barred.

But next thing I knew,

Dreaming I was, of something new,

A churchyard with a cemetery,

Me in the middle, hanging from a tree,

With bright bulbs of Christmas,

Garland & a handwritten plea,

Hanging about my shoulders,

Wishing all a Christmas full of glee.

I seemed on that tree to be in my adolescence,

Trying to remain sane,

Without use of anti-depressants,

But found myself drawn to the dark side of the “force”

With Vader and the emperor, at my side of course…

                                       (ed)