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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