Poem -
pulse
so anxious
so very soon
see the things in the room
drifting
then staring
hours never fill
the same inside spaces
always naked
wandering through blood vessels
holding on to one bone
or another
sleep comes treacherously
when you least expect it
Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
