The Blood & The Bones

Exhaustion sits upon my shoulders

like an old blanket

I feel it’s weight pressing upon me

wrapped up in it

swaddled in this sleeplessness

weary soul, mind and body

and a tired spirit

cloaked in fatigue

and woven into the fabric

of this heart’s grieving

half awake or half alive

sometimes on the brink of delirium

and if I’m being honest

if I’m telling the truth

it’s me who won’t let sleep come

for I dare not close my eyes

because then I’ll dream of you

LL~

the blood & the bones