I have eyes full of sand and a mouth
Full of cobwebs and bee stings as
Lunar shadows scrape my eyes
And even the distant yowl of traffic
Dies in the ponderous slope of night.
I fight - unbidden - for hours now,
Mind racing, determined, yet
Fearing the trade made against
The days to come, that will see life
Ebb out sooner still and painfully.
As tolls are paid in tiredness, though
Weakening, wizened limbs remain
Youthful in a tired mind's promise,
I know the cruelty of sleeplessness
And beg for rest's refresh.
4th February, 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
