Versed In Depression
Poetry Zone for the Painfully Alone
Saturday, 5 January 2013
#27
Twenty-seven.
P
erfect number.
If only that long
I could slumber.
In hours, I mean.
Not just minutes.
My body's closing
On its limits.
"Rest ye well, soldier!"
I hear Body cry.
"No," Brain replies.
"Don't even try."
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