I should be fast asleep, but for that thing that continues to bug me at bedtime, it is always morning. Mourning.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
As fatigue holds open the door to exhaustive defeat, my eyes remain defiant. Open yet closed to the nagging within. My mind will likely remain on though the lights are off. My body will cling to the hope of rest meanwhile alive is the thing that keeps me awake constantly, though the busy work that is my every days rarely pays it much attention.
Posted by So...Wise...Sista at 11:39 PM