It Was Just Sleeping
tonight i wept.
suppressed sighs escaped my mouth
and memories i thought were buried
they streamed down my face
and shook me awake to the fact that
the misery is not gone.
it was just sleeping.
when it heard the alarm of the familiar.
how strange it is
that memories become entangled with the brain,
creating knots in the heart
and quicksand for fresh starts
and new beginnings.
i want the ending.