R
Release
Sleepiness grabs a hold of me
as I stare at waters red
Farewell to my yesterpain
alas, my tired soul to bed
My eye lids begin to flicker
Ah, Yes blurred vision to soften
The rough edges of my mind
Candlelit beads of crimson beauty
Now roll to the floor
Seeping past my claw footed reality
How could this be tragedy?
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Soothed by release
I drop the blade from my hand
Yes, this is destiny
Whispered gently Time's sand
Jennifer Susan Whitenight
Copyright ©2001 Jennifer Whitenight
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