Twilight

I'm not awake when I'm dressed
And moving, not wholly asleep
When I lay in my bed. My heart's
Beating weakly. It's loath to
Sustain me. Cursing its owner,
It makes one demand. “Bring
Back that woman whose absence
So hurts us. Without her, you'll
Never emerge from these dreams.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-20 at 23:15

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