Bars of moonlight trap me in my bed Lines of poems trapped in my head Half awake and feeling half dead Tied up in sheets A gathering of knots Behind soporific eyelids Dancing dots Of light No shapes Just first-light blurs The only sound The tick Of a clock Tick Tock ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 […]
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