Black sheep

A sleepless night again, my wake

I stretch and curl, my old companion

Black sheep, your time

Always on time

You roam my rooms never invited.

 

I pick the thread

My fingers tired

I knit my so familiar song

That of the longing, safety AND passion

While I get two, never the three

 

Sweet milk with honey for all the safety

Awake at night because I long

But the last one so hard to fit in

Black sheep the phantom

Of locked up sphere.

 

I sip warm milk, sooth for my body

Eyes tired, looking into another day

Day of I don’t know, maybe and running

Running that slowly kills THAT of me.

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