I must lay my head

I have drawn from angles variant
Views of beds, some oddly shaped,
Yet each portraying a rest
As if strong needed of myself
To rest before, to late I tried expired,
Heed the lures of encounters steep,
Where tiredness takes from one
An entire soul, an important occupant
Of a receiving body,
To deep ,
To soon .



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-04-24 at 08:32

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