#1082-Sleep
17/07/2020
Stone blocks and fences.
The grey sky,
Makes breathing feel heavy.
Mozart plays,
But only tickles thoughts,
Drifting in nowhere land.
The sun’s starting to set.
Soon night will arrive.
The worst time.
Sleep playing hide-and-seek.
Waking up,
To vanished dreams.
Tossing to find comfort.
Waiting for morning.
And some sleep.
