They’re heavy, my eyelids
Weighted and slowly closing
Chain smoked coffee breath
Acting as Atlas to an insomniac
A mind avoiding sleep as if it were death
Weighted and falling
Falling forward
Towards the lashed horizon
J.W. Dalton, USA
They’re heavy, my eyelids
Weighted and slowly closing
Chain smoked coffee breath
Acting as Atlas to an insomniac
A mind avoiding sleep as if it were death
Weighted and falling
Falling forward
Towards the lashed horizon
J.W. Dalton, USA
The Social Poet 