Mar 2019
I sit here,
delusional, calm,
awaiting slumber,
between textbook pages.
Eyes hold me at gunpoint,
threatening to close,
now widen
with the promise of a new poem.
delusional, calm,
awaiting slumber,
between textbook pages.
Eyes hold me at gunpoint,
threatening to close,
now widen
with the promise of a new poem.
