Between a Clock and a Soft Place

[Falcon2001]

At night - awake trapped twixt the sheets

My ceiling ever looms

I cannot be at ease this night

Inside this empty room

I lie between two wondrous worlds

Both terror-filled, it's true

The world of dreams calls out to me,

The world of living, too

 

My dreams are filled with painful sights

Of mem'ries false and true

Of every single thing I've failed

To impart unto you

And yet, awake, I find no light

Just darkened doorsteps lie

And in the shadowed realm I sit

And gently start to cry

 

Between said sheets, between said worlds

I quiver and I quail

I cannot fall asleep tonight

I feel so damnedly frail

But yet I do not wish for day

I cling to the darkened night

And there I lay alone again

Dreading the dawn's light

 

And so alone again I lay

Inside this thrice-damned home

I cannot fall asleep this night

Or I shall not wake alone

[Ozymandias]

You're writing more smoothly with age, Mon Capitan. This one flowed like water. Rough waters, but still.