When I venture eyes slightly glazed
at that ****** light permeating
my room like an unwanted guest
knocking at my door
at 8:00am in the shock treatment of my
awakening.
But still versing hymens of my woeful
acknowledgement.
Covering ones self like a concrete tomb.
covering light with plasters
of inconvenience, hiding the cuts of awakening.
I will slumber, entombed beneath shallow blankets.
Never arising
to the wants of another day.
Clinging to the beauty of darkness,
I awaken to the reality of another day.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
When I venture eyes slightly glazed
at that ****** light permeating
my room like an unwanted guest
knocking at my door
at 8:00am in the shock treatment of my
awakening.
But still versing hymens of my woeful
acknowledgement.
Covering ones self like a concrete tomb.
covering light with plasters
of inconvenience, hiding the cuts of awakening.
I will slumber, entombed beneath shallow blankets.
Never arising
to the wants of another day.
Clinging to the beauty of darkness,
I awaken to the reality of another day.
