Monday, July 12, 2010

No Rest for the Wicked

I can not sleep now,
with each thought, my body aches
you were my blanket


Awake and alone
solace gone, replaced by fear
will this always be?


Drift into the night
watching the sun rise again
lucid is not rest


there is no more depth
in one layer exists all
save but this longing


I dream through today
yesterday and tomorrow.
when will I wake up?


Real is not a choice
it will be you all along
even if I'm not

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