My tired stretches outward, and underwhelms.
Staunch narcoleptics, snoring pots and pans to beat the band.
Slumber robs youth of steady confidence.
cadence of an old age home,
waiting to retire.
Sweaty yellow pillowcases carry the weight of the world.
Quiet, tenderest of moments, forgotten when memories are remembered.
Life, per seek, per chance, a dream of waking sleep.
Lost, recovered? Abruptly.
Eyelids sealed, a treasure trunk.
Deep oscillating breath,
skirts the breadth of death.
Never run from your shadow
Spinning castles in the air has become a habit.