For Day 15, the prompt are falling asleep in bed and falling asleep at the winter table.
Tankas – 5,7,5,7,7,

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Didn’t mean to fall,
For my eyes to close,
Weighted with feathers.
To close, open to Heaven?
Maybe, familiarity?
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Meant nightmares to melt,
Wickedness to crumble.
Familiar smiles,
To return, to right the world,
To right every hurt bothered.
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Didn’t mean to sleep at —
Supper, but some nights it’s the —
Only place I’ve rest.
Go into the keap, pass out,
Or, finish dinner eyes shut.
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What do you think?
What do you mean, when you,
Tear apart the world?
Tear apart my self without —
Any right? Let me sleep well.
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What don’t you get?
Why must you open,
Your mouth; why’d you speak?
Only to complain, murmur,
Of all these shadows you caused.
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Your own making, sins;
You don’t learn, tremble, move on.
You know; yet, you still —
Refuse to see the truth banging,
At your brain, you’re stone-headed.
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What’s to understand?
You’ve lost, now slither on past;
Combust you serpent,
I’m mine, I’m God’s three-in-one;
Leave me to sleep serene.
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No more threats or barks,
No more excuses, you’ve lost;
Evil be not proud,
You’re not my Lord sheltering,
In Him, I’ve a quiet strength.
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