The creak of my bones,
rubbing in disagreement to my
stretching, hoping for relief while
thoughts of murky water mold and
pull apart like a bowl of warm soup
Relief of a multitude of sorts, my
mind and body
bickering as an old married couple would,
stuck together to the very end
and yet disagreeing on
how much I should sleep
Words begin to have no meaning,
only becoming a soft mumbling of
utter nonsense that should be perfectly clear
like that pond of murky water
It drowns me in hopeless longing
for clarity, a decent night's rest
and relief.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
The creak of my bones,
rubbing in disagreement to my
stretching, hoping for relief while
thoughts of murky water mold and
pull apart like a bowl of warm soup
Relief of a multitude of sorts, my
mind and body
bickering as an old married couple would,
stuck together to the very end
and yet disagreeing on
how much I should sleep
Words begin to have no meaning,
only becoming a soft mumbling of
utter nonsense that should be perfectly clear
like that pond of murky water
It drowns me in hopeless longing
for clarity, a decent night's rest
and relief.
