Monday, August 25, 2008

Labored Nights

Countless beds not my own
Occupied as a child.
Did my parents hold against me
Those nights spent awake and watchful,
Wondering if I’d still be breathing
If they rested and closed their eyes?
How many near death naps
I’ve taken in my life.
So many conversation with the one
Who steals us from ourselves.

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