I'm so on the edge
Feeling raw to the bone
As I look in the mirror
My thoughts are vast
My impressions are scattered
Here comes the mist
All seems curved
Everything's out of scale
Tattered like straw
Then....
A sound chimes
A bat flies
Peace
Calm
Restful
Sleep
Xxxx
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1 comment:
Nice! I hope the sleep came for you, too. It's a lovely image...even the bat. You go from raw to rest in a few short stanzas. Brava!
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