Rest Days by Author and Poet Sarnia de la Mare live reading Tale Teller Club

Some days 

There is no mist

I see the moon

With it's promises

It's seductive palms

Caress my mind

And I dream

Of freedom

Some days

The mist descends

Dense and milky 

It catches my throat

And the mist says

‘You are blind 

And deaf

You are an invisible  

Deadweight

In my milky power

Such days as these

I take

To rest

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