night's deep
everyone asleep
as if their souls
are away
from the world
and harm
but you're awake
facing countless wars
wars that you lose and won
--this night, you're tired
sleep, valor
come to fantasy
count those myriad number of sheep
you've had enough battle scars
heal them
and take a rest.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
