#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Having some control between being awake and the land of rest
I've seen the family come together
Sleep being the first cousin of death.
I go to speak and the words won't come out.
Probably because I'm...