These sleepless nights
and the constant rain,
the waves pushing against the shore,
the work that is still to be done;
this is pouring time into a bag with holes,
nothing ever stops.
THE ENDLESSNESS OF IT ALL
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
These sleepless nights
and the constant rain,
the waves pushing against the shore,
the work that is still to be done;
this is pouring time into a bag with holes,
nothing ever stops.