Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Tired

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Tired

I crave sleep, long for gentle slumber That cessation of overcast thought And renewal of my mental sun. I have counted sheep beyond number As I have twisted, turned and fought To convince my mind that its job is done And that it should pause and rest To no avail. Instead I lie and think, Caught... Sign in to see full entry.

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