He…
is a half-wit,
half unwittingly afraid…
afraid of sleep,
the other half,
full-well knowing
that at some point
he will have to…
(half too?)
He very nearly drowned
once, or maybe twice?
Those recollections
were emblazoned upon a
young, impressionable mind,
and he remembers…
all those things that
sleep might bring and
strolling through the
turbulent dream-scape
of his mind, where
black rainbows arc’d
magestically across
a tortured sky.
He fell into a pool
of pity and lost his breath,
and as with all such things
so traumatic, cannot recall
the grace that saved him…
only that he was.
Ultimately, with each fall
his growth was stunted,
for he never truly learned
that he could indeed swim.
So now he lives in fear
of sleep walking…
into water.