Mindset, Poems, Uncategorized, Writing

Vigil

The cats stick close by me here,

Always on the back of sofa,

Right on my chest at night

If I roll over, my back.

They know I’m slipping away,

That I’m already faded and

pulling. An exhausted mule

Keeping vigil on my dream

Forcing faith

That I will find a way.

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