Sailing
Sailing
My eyes,
so heavy and malign.
words thought in a line
Downward
and deep,
soon.
How
soon
to sleep?
Falling
down,
to the depth.
Weight,
hanging
down.
Off my eyelids
to
the
ground.
As
I listen
to
the nights sounds.
Follow me down
Follow me down.
Not enough time
to finish in sound,
the mind drifts away,
and swallowed by the sea
a dark
clouded sky
hangs over my eyes.
Drifting down,
Like a
old sail boat,
wooden and small,
drifting further off shore.
Until it can't drift any more.
Follow me down,
Follow me down,
As I fall asleep now
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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