Writer's Coupe Poudre

April 09, 2014

It is not weakness
it is the utter 
albeit transient
depletion
of resource and reserve

only a period 
of rest
and a momentary reprieve
can fill the cradle again

until then
the void echoes
of darker hours
dread heavy lids
powerless to resist
the downward pull
close out the day

there we are 
Revenants
of an un-life 
wandering aimlessly 
Night's razor edge
of dreams


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