It's Not Fair

It's not fair

That you can take my breath away

When I am already

Trying not to breathe

How can you know

To d

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my        r       destruction

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Did I whisper for help

In my sleep

Just by dreaming of you?

Sleep of the Dead

I lie down

Mentally

I shovel sleep

Until I’m buried

Six feet deep

My battered body

My bruised mind

Laid to rest

For the night at least

Sleep tattoos reluctance

On my eyelids

I try to open them

Early morning

Nothing moves 

Except my mind

A tiny bit 

Supplanting my exhaustion

With memories of yesterday

My child’s joy

My expanding love

I roll over

Hey

It’s a start

Eyes open

I write a poem

About trying 

To get out of bed

Can I do it?