(I was cold. I was tired. I tried to sleep. This is what I wrote.
No edit. It is rather bold of me to share this as is.)
As the chill of day’s last light descends
my body shakes as if bathed in a veil of ice
I become as cold as Death
The shroud of life lends no blood
I sleepwalk the day the path unknown
Heavy eyes beckon me to rest
but when at last night comes
the dark warmth beckons me to life
and my only desire becomes lost in the many
that the daylight hours blinded me to see.
ckiMar 19 2011