Tuesday, May 09, 2017

are we there yet?

Guilty as charged 
I've lost count 
of those
that died a slow death;
During those nights
You slipped
Deep into sleep;
And I, lay awake
scrambling around.
Settling the serene chaos,
in order,
You stirred up.
Guilty as charged;
I've lost count 
of those candles
that flickered away, 
questioning the pen on paper,
"Are we there yet?"

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