Monday, November 26, 2012

Sleep Apnea (Aaron Thompson) 2010

You told me you would be there during the day...and during the night.  A comely sight.  But the plight which I have to traverse is worse than anything you could possibly imagine.  Places and times to begin.  A thin win.  Paper sin.  Plotting and pointing the pen.  When will I ever win?  I sent the solace of holiness to hopelessness.  I dread the bread and the wine I used to think was so fine to dine on Our God's flesh.  It was all just a failed test from whence before.  I sleep when I snore.  Then I awake for my daughter's sake.  But thankfully, one fateful day, I will sleep no more. 

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