I often awake in the middle of the night to the sound of my heart throbbing beneath layers of flesh and bones that hugs its love making. My television who watches as I sleep pushes light through my bedroom that awaits the sun who sleeps as I do. I am however awake, to think, to write, to discover that what I fear, rest, hides, beneath the skull of morning. And as the darkened sky cups twinkling diamonds who winks till day light, I shall wait, fight, conquer my fears, and sleep once again.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 11:09:07 +0000
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