Poetry by Jeff Green

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Friday Fears

by cricketjeff on February 11.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

A February night, the snow is falling
I dare not sleep for fear of haunted dreams
Although I hear my soft warm blankets calling
The depth of night’s not everything it seems
Reality can seem so far away
When sleep wipes out the comfort of the day

In every life the liver find some hurdles
That must be jumped to reach the other side
But at this fence my failing spirit curdles
I only want to find a place to hide
Cold Friday fears have washed my peace away
Perhaps I’ll get to sleep on Saturday

Author notes

Friday ain’t gonna be a good day.