The Doctor, Part 6

If only
all the love
could ambien
the irrational fear,
the ancient monster,
the overwhelming,
suffocating tentacles
swooping down
when the safe blanket
keeps slipping off the bed,
it surrounds you and says
if you close your eyes
no matter
how many nights
there was no sleep,
it says
if you close them now,
if you try to sleep
you won’t open them again,
harbinger grades of gray
coloring the way
to black, black, black.