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Tired


I lie in silence with aching bone
My mind as brittle as weathered stone
Seeking a haven for much needed rest
A sigh of desperation ripped from my chest

So many things that sound now the morn
And my head it raises feeling forlorn
Sun creeping so slowly upon it's high perch
And a new day begins for sweet Mother Earth

Show pity upon this poor mortal soul
Whose thoughts in mind held reigns of control
Left in an awake state to ponder, to wonder
Stealing away shallow whispers of slumber

How I long again for the darkness of night
Where star and moonbeam dance in flight
And sleep once elusive would call me friend
Beyond sweet dream and nightmares end

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-05-04
 








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