Knocking Poem by Jonny Brackney

Knocking

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when I was a boy,
sleep came with ease.
my limbs would fall softly
swelling with comfort
injected with lazy joy.
as I grew older,
a knocking came.
fading in
with the dark
slowly drowning, till dawn.

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Jonny Brackney

Jonny Brackney

Louisville, Kentucky
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