It
might just be the loneliest job
Necessity
ever created, A mindless abandonment of willful thought
Meant only to keep the wolf subjugated.
Walking in lockstep with himself,
Weapon at ready to challenge on sight,
Waiting, watching, now watching some more
For shape-shifting phantoms stalking the night.
Desperately striving to stave off the beast of sleep.
Eyes open, must stay alert.
Gazing out into the wide swathe of nothing
Til memory forestalls and senses pervert.
How much longer? How many more steps
Til this ceaseless night comes to conclusion?
Up again, down again, making the rounds again
Til the night is a mask of illusion.
It’s a thankless task,
But someone must do it.
Millions have managed before
To get through it.
He walks the perimeter, keeping his keep
While armies of millions are sound asleep.
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