Saturday, March 18, 2017

Sweet Sleep

Found this scrap in an email to myself. Written 02/24/15. A shit load has changed since then. And a shit load is about to change again. Maybe I'll post about it some time. For now, I'll just let my old poems float in like driftwood.


I begged

It

To take me

Quickly and quietly


When it all hurts

And I am a raging

Inferno

Unquenchable


I have this thirst

To deliver

Exorbitant

Justice


Or shrink

Softly away

By the hand of a

Disinterested party


Oh I long

For the sweet sleep

Of peace

A reprieve


From obsessed mind

Unable to forgive

Rather just give

In


Never felt so

Fragile

Longing to

Destroy


Juxtaposed

I just suppose

That’s the way

Fixation goes

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