Jan 2020
Struck dead awake
Then pushed off to sleep
As my knife stabs my side
And I silently weep.
My suffering continues
But the emotion dissolves
Like a drop of milk
Inside of an amber marsh.
“It will see me tomorrow,
But for now,” I thought,
“I’ll bid it a good rest.”
Then pushed off to sleep
As my knife stabs my side
And I silently weep.
My suffering continues
But the emotion dissolves
Like a drop of milk
Inside of an amber marsh.
“It will see me tomorrow,
But for now,” I thought,
“I’ll bid it a good rest.”
True story. I was falling asleep but rolled onto my open pocket knife which I had forgot to close after cutting myself ten minutes prior. My friend is never gonna let me live that one down...
