Sleepless

A Midnight Poem. . .

I lie awake thinking of when

this would end

when my wings won’t feel

so heavy and tinged

with anxiety and restlessness

I toss and turn and toss and turn

a body that never sleeps

always decaying on the inside

watching the dark

watch me back

My blanket a fog of memories

when life was simpler

and never under the influence

of this unblessed earth

with fingertips to pluck my wings

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