Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions. ~ Ellen Glasgow

Photo by Kevin Benefield


Sleep shadows drift
where they will.
I have no control.
They swirl through the
canyons,
they pause for a moment
then eddy upward
when they hit a stone wall.
Updrafts bring me closer
to morning.
Wind shears
bring night terrors
that rip through
my soul.
But I am powerless
and at their
mercy.
I have no control.

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