Ignoring the Sandman

Time is ticking by faster

And the clock hangs off the edge

But my mind doesn't move as quickly

It's blocked by a deadened hedge

You say that time is precious

And I believe it all too well

I wish I could make things more certain

But some things God will never tell

Eyes as bloodshot as roses

And ears that are prickled with thorns

I await the coming sunrise

Amidst my body's scorns
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Hicks Avatar
May 2, 2013 at 1:13 AM
Sounds like words spoken from an insomniac. Thoughts find me late at night and I cannot help but give into them. I've gotten better... it used to make hours to finally get to sleep... but still. But some things God will never tell... what an awesome line that is!
Michelle Avatar
May 2, 2013 at 11:28 AM
True insomniacs can pick out others :) thank you.
A   Avatar
December 10, 2012 at 2:57 PM
Juli, wow... this is me..i hate sleeping..pd
Michelle Avatar
December 10, 2012 at 6:01 PM
More like sleeping hates me :) but thanks for all of your visits
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