Please keep me safe-
in the hallways of my mind,
they are winding, they are long
they are ominous.
Please let me sleep
please
be my sanctity
lease
be on life.
This pain every morning
let it fall with
the rain off my shoulders
let it fall...
I'm getting wasted
by the burning
in my stomach, and
in my head.
All the problems of my
yesterdays come up through
the bowels of my chest
centering the tension
I carry everyday as a
mule.
I hope I'm as useful
as a Mule.
Author's Comments:
"This is a meditation of sorts, written during a time I was struggling with Insomnia.. for reasons I explore here. Reading back through my writings I wanted to do something with this one- so bear with me while I'm sure it needs work :)"
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