Tuesday, October 26, 2010

sleepless

The days
are open wounds,
sore,
bleeding.
The blood puddles
and smears
making the holes
appear as one
gaping
disaster
and the only remedy,
the only thing
that can clot
the blood
just won't come.

1 comments:

Chris Andrews said...

i'm going through a bout of sleeplessness lately. I am zombified. I'll respond to your poems tomorrow.