Thistle Days

Early morning hours, creeping up again

Eyes blurred, heart beats weakly in my chest

Lest I take myself to bed, I’ll surely fade away

Pain will greet me in the morning when I waken out of place

Frayed edges of sleep, caught on thistle days

Pulling at the threads that help me keep my shape

I unravel before the sun

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s