Monday, March 9, 2015

3/9


Sleep alludes, shifting off to other pillows
Leaving me wondering, circling brain shifting
Through my fogs 

Looking for answers. Answers. There are none,
None that come easily and I am too often too
Tired to see.

And, is there anything to see? 
I am afraid to look into my own heart
And love it.

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