The Wait

The gentle hum from the radiator fills the air

Whirring and rusting

Like my brain after six o’clock

I roll over into the soft embrace

Of cool bed sheets, the protective cover I need

And wait impatiently

As my heart thumps to the beat of the air

For sleep’s gentle fingers

To steal away my soul

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