Driving. \n\nThinking of the lumps I cannot swallow.\n\nThe sun covets one half of my faith. \n\nI'm a complication; it's simple. \n\nYou couldn't get me to sleep if you killed me. \n\nI'm one red eye away from enlightenment. \n\nPlease don't take the sun from my room.\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support