| I Sleep |
| I sleep on borrowed time. The tick tock of eternity is sullen in it's silence. And I sleep. On time borrowed from hands scarred from upholding THE TRUTH, With the knowledge that pain, misery and strife will act out it's season, and then HE will come for me, awake me from my slumber and be the revelation of my reasons, for wanting,but waiting not giving of the stress but giving love unconditional, and willing it to be enough, because I just didn't have any more. So I fell into a rest, exhausted. Sleeping on Borrowed Time. |
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