Sircharlesthepoet

Poetry by Charles Joseph


Sleepless (by @O at the Edges)

Sleepless One night exhausts another, layering sheets and blankets, wrinkles and folds. Oh, the body wants to still the mind, and shedding this weight, float freely through the night. Your memory of sleep’s touch withers as you lie there, absorbing the fan’s pattern. How wonderful, then, to finally drift across the room and settle […]

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