I swear this day was twice as long
as the day before or perhaps two
days have joined together.

My eyes cannot open from this coma
that drenches over me. Is it cold in here
or hot as the sun?

My exhaustion warms me, cools me,
causes a deep numbness. Am I talking
to myself, thinking thoughts in a void.

It doesn’t matter, sleep overwhelms me.


Written: 10/27/2015

Inspiration: MagPie 291