Poetry ~ A Sleep’s Close
Form rests, upon chair, sleep takes hold. Feeding on, slice of existence, desiccated and thrown away. When eyelids flutter, it all shall begin again, brief parting from, toils and troubles. Bubble back, forefront of mind, ringing ensemble chimes in new day. I shutter off to sleep. Ending of beginnings weep. Clutter of nocturnal abyss. Sleeping […]