Rest
In the early hours, as darkness remains; I ponder.
Wondering. Wandering.
Lost, in each sense of the word.
Misunderstood? Perhaps.
Perhaps, simply mad.
Perception. The mere word speaks everything.
Has it always been this way?
My perception, that is.
Unsettled, I seek to rest my weary mind.
The constant thoughts are exhausting.
Taxing, it is.
As I am certain, that you too grow weary.
Rest.
For when the morning comes, all the questions shall still remain.
Copyright © Bm Bm | Year Posted 2015
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