My Faults At Rest by Devin Pavlischak/ November 26th, 2015 ©

Cutting the rest, all second decisions.

They’re laid to bed, all the nights long.

Can you let go?

The whimper of mothers eye, following me into judgment.

An organized needle, threading back into me.

My centered heart, deeper in thought.

I will be dreaming, separating an illusion.

Will I wake?

He will find me.

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