Sleep
- laurencewatkins
- Nov 29, 2024
- 1 min read
A sea of light comes to me softly
entering the room, stirring my lover into my arms
Protesting sleep I lift my head silently
seeing tears in my eyes she comes towards me
asking my forgiveness
unworthy of her love
I drop to my knees to surrender what is mine
and ask for what is hers to bestow.
I regret what I have become
Are you different from me or am I different to you
I can escape but the price is high
As I am neither a fool nor heir apparent
for I know I am none of these, but misunderstood by both of us
My only true friend is a mirror
I am broken and no one can see
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