Good Night Concussion
Sleep consumes me –
Like a warm blanket,
It soothes me,
Rocks me,
Like a sweet lullaby.
Time does not exist here.
Worry does not exist here.
Concern does not exist here.
My mind,
My body,
My thoughts –
All swallowed by darkness.
They don’t complain.
They don’t argue.
They let go,
Drifting
Without fear,
And without struggle.
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