A Longwinded Excuse For Being Late:
2003-09-17 at 12:56 p.m.

I feel safe
when I'm asleep.
I am cured
in all my dreams.

When I'm awake
I can't seem to sleep.
And recently
I cannot breathe.

I wither
at your touch
the poison seeping
is my crutch

my escape
my excuse.


© J. Bernhard

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