in morrow's wake

sleep never came easy
for the broken or the weary
night descended swiftly
on a summer soul gone wintry

bed bugs snuck and travelled
under covers and into dreams
nightmares now unravelled
as reality tugged at seams

of brighter days and happier nights
dreams were dreamt with sheer delight
now skin so raw and seams so torn
a soul too tired, a soul too worn

under covers quietly she crept
hoping to heaven eve would take
away sadness, longlingly she wept
crying for solace in morrow's wake

but night fell much too swiftly
gushing rapid, descending quickly
no, sleep never came easy
for the broken or the weary