A Little Poem.
January 30, 2008
The Night is dark and calm
As I lay in bed staring up at the dotted, white, bland ceiling above me
My eyes chase the ceiling fan in that same circular motionOver, and over, and over
Until, ever so slowly, that familiar feeling begins to sink its claws into my tender flesh
I can feel my eyes become heavy, like the weight on my heart
My mind stills and suddenly I am at peace as I drift
Drift silently onto the night
Silently into a deep sleep
And leave my pain for another day
