Originally posted on From Bluerock: As darkness spills its muddy shroud A time-thief comes with its head bowed To hide in shadows until such hour Where hands move minutes around…
Inside the house on sleepless street Pain coils itself, a striking snake That hisses dread as midnight sighs And crawls behind half shut eyes That fight to close but admit […]
FLAT, barren landscape void of colour When I rub exhausted eyes it’s what my brain sees Telling me that lack of sleep has stripped inner visions To lifeless forms and […]
