I can’t write, I can’t rest
The night guard revisits my cell
With you I got out; we got out together
I doubt I’ll ever get well.
Nocturne
Brian Leibold
Prose and Poetry
I can’t write, I can’t rest
The night guard revisits my cell
With you I got out; we got out together
I doubt I’ll ever get well.
Brian Leibold 
Short but powerful. Beautifully written. 😊💕
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Nice use of “got” and “get,” and capturing the experience of the night guard, what I sometimes call the night demons .
Or maybe the night guard protects from the night terrors…
Maybe there are a number of guards, some defending the prisoner, some holding him captive.
Or maybe the night guard protects from the night terrors…