Craig Goldsmith
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Soul Shattered
Numb, naked, nothing,
nothing left Not now,
probably never again.
Alone and still. -
My Life Without Sleep
Sleep is a stranger to me,
Once her familiar touch caressed me daily.
Where has she gone, that I may be left,
Alone.
Cold thick sweat,
where once was—soothing warmth
of sleeps sweet embrace…
