1.
Her eyes hang heavy
with repeats of sleeplessness
endless wanting
uncontrolled
unenchanted
unmasked by sheer gravity
by the weight of it
the wait.
2.
Tomorrow's close in on today.
3.
Her eyes hang heavy
refusing to shut
expecting the oasis to appear
at any moment
don't miss a thing
you can't miss a thing
you might miss
everything.
Her eyes hang heavy
with repeats of sleeplessness
endless wanting
uncontrolled
unenchanted
unmasked by sheer gravity
by the weight of it
the wait.
2.
Tomorrow's close in on today.
3.
Her eyes hang heavy
refusing to shut
expecting the oasis to appear
at any moment
don't miss a thing
you can't miss a thing
you might miss
everything.
"These poems do not live: It's a sad diagnosis...And they stupidly stare and do not speak of her." ~Sylvia Plath
