Lights dim,
Eyes drowsy.
Still and tiring aches
Take over many a limb.
Our minds slip away— lousy.
The minds twists our life
Into hidden meaning,
Odd what comes about
But that’s how our head gets
A good inside cleaning.
Running though still,
Falling though stayed
With head resting on pillow fluffed
And our mind in a river of thoughts it wades.
The blanket so warm
And toes exposed cower in fear
Of the cold
That the night rears.
A cursed beeping sound
Makes you rise again
From your rest
And nothing but coffee makes you
Feel your best.
The cozy nest is abandoned
For another time, another day.
About the Creator
Ava D.
Music and writing-- two constants in my life that I'll forever be grateful for as I bring pieces of my heart to the page, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
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