Monday, April 12, 2010


Runs deep
So deep I can hardly breathe
I long to sleep

My eyes will not shut
A constant reminder of the sins
Perhaps I am a bit of a nut

Covered from head to toe
The water feels so warm and inviting
Sometimes I think I need more

What is it that I really need?
I don't even know
Too late, already done the deed.

1 comment:

  1. Sin, the deed, powerful stuff for poetry. DB