Somnolent

Awoke before sunrise, far below the clouds
Lost hope before his eyes, fell below the crowds
I stopped to smell his lies, now I’m seeking shrouds
Though somnolent were his cries, now his pain enshrouds

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I wish I could get some sleep. I guess I will when I die.

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