Inconsolable
My friend, my enemy,
the conductor of my strength,
the Judas of my weakness
how you tempt me
with narcoleptic rages
I weep under the guise
of regeneration
slipping through minutes,
through hours
unconsolably weary,
drawing deeper inside the empty,
a wounded solitaire
I surrender the fight
one nap at a time
I'm tired
so very tired...
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2010
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