Where do I put this
longing, this ache like the arm
on my sleep side with nowhere to go,
no comfort.
Can’t cut it off, might
need it later, to keep
me awake when sleep
is too tempting and takes me.
A scared but curious artist and poet in Milton Keynes
Where do I put this
longing, this ache like the arm
on my sleep side with nowhere to go,
no comfort.
Can’t cut it off, might
need it later, to keep
me awake when sleep
is too tempting and takes me.