I am sick of sleeping on a wet pillow.
Not really sleeping,
see-sawing from repose to awareness
and back.
Heavy-lidded eyes closed,
as if to shut the world out
and shield myself from its betrayal.
Closed, sight squeezed tight
into darkness
and blinded by the steady river
of my tears.
It's 4 in the morning and the tears are falling...
the radio blares a song
too close to home,
and play the lines in a steady loop
in my mind,
like your words from last night,
an auto-replay of words
meant to both pacify and cause turmoil
to this shattered heart.
