There

In my Drowsiness

Drumming on my moon

nothing

Feet as misery

Hands as despair

but by

From before

I was roused wicked

Voice Failed

Lost

Disheveled

Once I finally wept

Hoping instead of seeing

Reaching rather than grasping

You’re my blows made wide

Cleansed acceptance

Warmth restored the better part of me now

–

What am I to do?

in sleep

again

terrified i

and

and…

here

You few bushes

With Grief allowed voices

Interspaced With

– — –

forgotten