Monday, September 14, 2009

Eyes

Open.
Straining to find
the middle ground
between life
and death.
Sweet sleep.
Thoughts cluttering
your mind,
tracing paths in the open
air above your head.
Colliding, loudly.
Keeping you from sleep.
Keeping you away.
Close your eyes
in hopes of falling.

1 comment:

  1. Hi,

    this poem seems sooo
    powerful to me.

    Great words...

    Jesse

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