Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sleep Shadow

I feel my mind go numb,
As it begins to give way,
But you are always cunning,
And sometimes slip away.
You crawl to the ceiling
And back to the floor,
You escape my weary capture,
And so I seek you more.
You coil up in the corner
And wait for when I’m weak.
You then make my hurried breathing
Slow, soft, and deep.

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