Thursday, August 29, 2013

Fragments of sleep



30th August 2013

#5 Fragments of sleep

I gather my fragments of sleep
lost in aisles and window seats,
travelled midway through
sandwiches of day before
and fluctuating daylight.

Started somewhere between
hopelessness and despair,
my heart cannot change
just keeps repairing
bad weather.

Fragments of my sleep
knocked around by boulders
on uncontrolled thoughts,
rural roads of national disgrace,
I can’t cry like I used to.

1 comment:

  1. Love this part... 'I gather my fragments of sleep
    lost in aisles and window seats'

    Where's the #4, #3 and the rest?

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