Out of Reach (#22)

November 16, 2016

Legs tangle in rumpled dark sheets
Curtains float with windy breaths
Street lights glow
Sheen of sweat

Ceiling of faded lavender shadows
And above are dying embers in an opaque sky

There are Crickets chirping
The House is creaking
My Heart is beating
too loud
I hear Whistles in the wind

Why can't I sleep?

It is a Desolate
Kind of Quiet
Hopelessly Restless

Why can't I sleep?
Why can't I sleep?
Why can't I sleep?

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