Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Sleep

I awake
Clock chimes twelve
Shadows play on the wall
Created by passing headlights
Sheets beneath rumpled
Body aching in anticipation
Awaiting sleeps cold grip
Reaching out once again
Welcoming me to the depths
Nothingness envelope
Covering me with rest
Until morning light

posted by Chris @ 10:31 PM

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