Bed
Posted by Lauren Yates | Filed under Poetry, Print
Lost
in the
analog
sway and hopeless
attempts at control.
We set our clocks to strike
perfection, but nighttime comes
too soon. Like a desperate lover,
darkness sweeps over to strangle our
dreams and shakes its little death until dawn.
One Response to “Bed”
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Ilana Says:
September 27th, 2009 at 6:19 pm“shakes its little death” – EISH.
