it creeps back in when you least expect it,
edging around the screen door,
flitting up the stairs, and i'm
just too damn tired to fight it,
my mind still pounding like a battering ram.
"Kill the beast!" legs twitch,
arms shift, and the downpour won't flood the streets
tomorrow, i won't take the heat,
but God willing, i just might get some sleep.
1 comment:
nah, just being an emo kid again.
this is very good, although "legs twitch" reminds me of Restless Leg Syndrome, which Chuck always makes fun of, so it was mildly distracting.
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