What becomes of the small hours?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Small Hours
What becomes of the small hours? What becomes of the hours when you lie awake but no one is home? What becomes of the late hours, the hours of fear and regret? What becomes of the sour stomachs and dry eyes as the sun creeps slowly around the planet? What becomes of the hours so alone, miles away from any soul, completely terrified, hiding under the sheets?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment