Poem: Awake
- S. Kirk Pierzchala
- Jun 27, 2020
- 1 min read
Trudging wide-eyed through the valley of sleep You emerge lethargic, clutching dread like
a tattered quilt Trailing dream fragments of acrid smoke, empty questions.
But over a cup of prayer fade the night voices, and the faces become after all only the patterns of green leaves and clouds across the blue.

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