Is there an angel here with me
Wallowing in the corner shadows
Where my eyes dart in the darkness
As I plead my lids to hastily close
Before the sun ascends the latter
Shattering through the window
Spilling onto the parkay flooring
Slithering up and atop my comforter
As I try and meditate on comfort
And those who can so easily drift
Into sweet and restful dreaming
While I delve deep into a panic
Over a conversation exchanged
More than five years ago
I guess there is no paradise
If there's nothing to escape
Do you take full notice
Wallowing angel with grace
The things I must face
Even in the warm embrace
Of my own obsessive thoughts