Poetry

Fall. Asleep.

Rest.


Where is it that you would go now?
Laying in the dark. Tired.
Soreness and fatigue in the body.

What is it that you would find?
Expect to find. Something.
Ever seeking.

It’s enough, however…
To just close your eyes now.
And just fall. Asleep.

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