Lying awake,
In my safe, warm bed,
Aching to surrender,
To sleep,
But fighting to stay,
Awake, thinking,
For thought, by far,
Is a sweeter indulgence,
Than the comfort,
Of unconciousness
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 3:35 PM UTC
Lying awake,
In my safe, warm bed,
Aching to surrender,
To sleep,
But fighting to stay,
Awake, thinking,
For thought, by far,
Is a sweeter indulgence,
Than the comfort,
Of unconciousness
©Nicola-Isobel H. 12.01.2011
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