the whisper of your voice is heavy
while i fruitlessly seek sleep
barely breathing
craving to make out
each word that could be

a rain of potential
possibilities
a blanket that
cocoons and lulls
me into serenity

yet the quarrel
inside my mind
betrays the comfort
of perception
of hope

my dark companion
murmuring negativity
pulling me back
inside myself
naked and bare

desires and wishes
my true enemies
coupled with doubt
my constant companion
lurking

pull the blanket
back over me
protect me from myself

04/21/2012

Author's Note: ...work in progress

Posted on 04/22/2012
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