Heaviness draws its quilted blanket
Over my dreary eyes
Fire that does not burn, a need
Consumes my chest, my head, my thighs
As the sigh within my breast brings out a darker note -
A note that serves as the anchor to my night-ballad.
Like a huge bell it rings
Slow and steady as the wind sighs its harmony
And my soul tries to sing along.
A slow steady march of a determined sleep.

…

Conscious again
Smolder’d remains
Growing pains
Slowly rise
Moans escape
Warmth away

Cold sensations
Reach the floor
Still weary
Light reaches eyes


Squint


It’s morning.