2022-05-29 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
It’s 3am and I can’t sleep My mind is on a walk Misty woods and a trail That can’t or won’t stay Straight I can’t tell if I’m blind Or if everything just looks The same is the same as It’s always been. My dread my hyperactive assistant Drugged up on yearning Without the patience for Learning anything without The strength for experiencing. For it doesn’t want For any more than you Sleep is but a small price To pay for an infinity of care Pain is but a measly tribute To submit for the riches of prayer Pilgrimage is but a simple offering To trod and wind and above all else Pull forward through the fog and Towards the sunlit tears.
For paradise awaits Beyond the veil For you to shout I’m here.