The reasons I'm still sleeping.

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 25, 2014


Guilt snatches me out
of cozy winters,
and with a ten
digit phone call,

I'm cleared.

I can't admit that
my demons almost
woke within me,
invoking knives
and sewers and
sinkholes.

How can I stitch
my head on right?
How can I better
ride this naive
river as it envenoms
my will?

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Written 11/25/14 @ 11:12 AM

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I'm really not sure how i missed this one. As sad as it is, it is beautifully penned.

    I'll be back for a better comment soon