Sleep
Cycles up hill
Coasts down
Glutton for dips.
Ink; like water,
Flows best
With gravity.
I cry
When I wake
Coasts down
Glutton for dips.
Ink; like water,
Flows best
With gravity.
I cry
When I wake
Because I wake
Failed again.
Failed.
Failed again.
Failed.
2 comments:
I can envision you clearly in the panic mornings... your words tug something within ..
Lovely!
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