Without rest
Words whither
Sizzle on a cellular level
Choking on daydream sands
Of a temporary mere mirage
Life shuffles on unlocked knees
Cramped back cracks
And spells of checked out self
A little voice cries in grief
Longing for your dive into
The dark lush dreaming tide
And to drown to life
In the sleep-struck rush
A floodgate of relief
So sleep.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Without rest
Words whither
Sizzle on a cellular level
Choking on daydream sands
Of a temporary mere mirage
Life shuffles on unlocked knees
Cramped back cracks
And spells of checked out self
A little voice cries in grief
Longing for your dive into
The dark lush dreaming tide
And to drown to life
In the sleep-struck rush
A floodgate of relief
So sleep.