Let me go.
I thought I was rid of you tonight.
In bed and deeply asleep by 9:30
I could hear Tuvia rise, tortured by you.
And I slept, smiling.
But soon, in the next room,
the TV went dark,
And Tuvia was back sweetly snoring
And I was up!
Up! And it was only
I tried to fight back
With eyes clamped down tight,
But no, the sweats began to conspire with you
And soon I was losing…
And now with my lit computer screen as my guide to
The dark side,
It’s still darkness inside and out
As waves crash below.
How will I be able to welcome sunrise?