If death is sleep then surely I am close – body leaden refuses to budge, brain a slow crawl I would feel something – remorse,
Tag: sleep
Feverish
Sleep comes in great fistfuls will not let me shake it tosses me in seas of dreams – a first love, teenage antics, a mother’s
Tired
so tired… the heaviness of slumber settles on me like a straight jacket – no point resisting… was it a poisoned apple that struck me
Come Back, Mr. Sandman
He’s comes each day at seven, wearing the cloak of night humming a lulling lullaby hypnotically taunting me with the dance of fatigue. I resist,
Day 257 “Watercourse”
You’d think that sleep would be my friend. Like a lover she would seduce me, lulling me into her black oblivion, coaxing me into her
Harmonics
6:30 a.m. alarm sounds. “Time to wake up!” conditioned Compliance commands. “Just a little longer,” Sensibility suggests. Guilt, like an incessantly annoying child tugs on
