Tuesday, June 18, 2013


Twisted words, simple meanings overlap.
As tiredness laps up dreams.
Lugubrious, weighing down, inexplicable
Burning eyes;
Red rimmed, hot, shut up against all tangible reason.

Against reality
Of you, that is not to be.
Blankets drawn to the chin-
Blanketing out sound, sight and smell.
Except those that breed under the
Inky shroud
Of sleep.

Twisted memories,simple meanings,
As slumber inches its way in, lapping
everything in its wake.
Awake? Not yet.
Asleep? Not yet.