The Sleeper

His cough’s quieted by
sleep’s release.
The only sound
are small snores.
They rock his sinuses to sleep.

he’s always sleeping
eyes open or shut.
So deeply does he dream,
my words bounce
around his brain and away
again, before he has a chance
to awaken and catch.

He’ll blink and mumble,
“Wha—?” before sliding
down deeper
away from me.

I close my tears up
in their little jar
and let him slumber on.
Someday the lid won’t fit
and the glass
will flow over with bitterness.

It will drown us both.

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Karen B. (SciFiFan) - , - 4/5/2009 12:35 PM ET

Great way to use words to paint a picture. I like it! Karen

Marta J. (booksnob) - 4/6/2009 9:56 AM ET

I think this is REALLY powerful.

Glenda B. (gidget63) - 4/17/2009 6:40 AM ET

Awesome! Could be taken literally, but have you ever been in a relationship that has run its course, has absolutely no place to go? You wander around each other, neither seeing or hearing the other, but both reluctant to leave? The last four lines are so true!!!

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