By Dark (Heart Soup)

By dark
They lure
Sleepers unaware
Into disaster;
Pillows bereft,
Leaving warm dents
Where bodies lay -
No more.

Sleepwalking (Heart Soup)

Morning sees them shuffling;
Those sleepwalking shufflers,
Moving inexorably,
Autopilot on,
Whilst walking wanderers,
Sometime freed,
Seek a path
Amidst their tide.


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This micropoem stems from the "Heart Soup" prompt on Twitter, which was "sleepwalking" on the given date.  I missed posting on the day and so thought I'd post my effort here instead.