Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sleep #2

String of long days, never ending in his eyes
Pushing his legs onwards and onwards
In such a familiar environment
Not stopping to think, or soak in

The one moment where the walking stopped
The one moment where the running stopped
Where his mind was blank
Was the moment he never wanted, his body sank

Trapped in the depths of thought
Sleep prevailed

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