Owl-Eyed Awake

And there I quietly rest,

my head firmly nests,

body is glued to my mattress.

And I am owl-eyed awake,

for what ever it takes

to remove the ghostly blackness.

.

That lullaby in my head,

wakes me up instead,

I sit up straight and switch on the light.

My heart so it does bleed,

my soul so it is hungry,

too, too tired to fight, or cry.

.

Not ready to say goodbye.

.

And I am owl-eyed awake,

for my love for him put at stake,

is all it takes.

.

So owl-eyed awake.

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