Tuesday 29 January 2013

On the edge

I'm so on the edge
Feeling raw to the bone
As I look in the mirror

My thoughts are vast
My impressions are scattered
Here comes the mist

All seems curved
Everything's out of scale
Tattered like straw

Then....
A sound chimes
A bat flies
Peace

Calm
Restful
Sleep

Xxxx

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1 comment:

brenda w said...

Nice! I hope the sleep came for you, too. It's a lovely image...even the bat. You go from raw to rest in a few short stanzas. Brava!