Grasp Poem by Sunny Adruza
Grasp
At the edge of my waking consciousness
He lives there even today
I saw him laying, face down
Darkness all around
He seemed exhausted & just wanted to rest
From the coiling snakes of his thoughts
His blue eyes darting like clouds parting
to reveal the exquisite sunlight
I had a glimpse of this vision last night
At the edge
Oh At the edge
Of my waking consciousness.
© Sunny Adruza 2016
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