Night rolls into morning rolls into night
Hunger comes only as a dull pang
As if still half-asleep
Unsure to enter or exit
Tiredness sits behind the eyes
Veiled in red spidery webs;
There isn’t an end, only waiting

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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