Half Asleep

Half Asleep

A Poem by Anna

The motel room is warm-
it smells vaguely of cigarettes
but that's become comforting.
You've been restless, twitchy
like a cat listening to the railroad.

The sound of the TV
is fuzzy at best- fading
in and out of focus.
My pyre is made of flesh 
and bones
but stripped raw of the 
things that 
I call home.

I often wake up in the night-
heart beating off into
streetlights
and circling parked cars, searching-
but the mirage of suffering is soft.
I rarely make any noise of it. 

© 2020 Anna


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Anna
Anna

Raos Crest, Nowhere



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