It is somewhat funny
or so we think it is
that love is so easily spoken
but hardly ever, truly lived;
It is somewhat sad
or so we know it is
that life without love
is not really life at all;
It is somewhat ironical
or so we speculate
that life and love are
never what they seem to be.
July 11, 2012
An afternoon nap has robbed me of my sleep
And I am forced to sit here, with lights on,
And those blasted cats until I grow weary of both
And can once again close the eyes to my mind
And sink into an awareness of no awareness at all.
July 11, 2012
From the Cannot Sleep Poem Series - #'s 3 & 4
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