I have stood at the edge
of the cliffs of sleep
looked upon the rocks
and waves crashing, wrestling,
and I have thought
to myself “will I ever have
a restful night?”
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I have stood at the edge
of the cliffs of sleep
looked upon the rocks
and waves crashing, wrestling,
and I have thought
to myself “will I ever have
a restful night?”
This is what a restless night feels like. The image of waves wrestling is original and wonderful.