Sleep, tired eyes.
You've done all you can
within your ability.
It is now theirs
to do all they can.
Sleep, weary eyes.
Worry not tonight,
though 'morrow's the day.
Leave them to God
to aid through their fight.
HBY,
07.11.16
The night before 1119 paper.
YOU ARE READING
Overflowing
PoésieThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
