restlessness
I cry grown-woman tears in this grown-woman's body, A body wornout, weary, bruised,
overwrought with fear. A woman who cries out in fear of losing the promise, the hope.
A grown woman's body lies awake in the night. A grown-woman's body is in plight.
I turn on the light, hoping the promise can get me back to sleep before the next day.
The promise, is a promise is a promise, I pray. I cannot sleep the night away untill the promise
comes back to steal away the pain. I do not fall so fast asleep, as sleep slaps me once again
wide awke. Only to pierce me with the silence; restlessness' hungers. It gains nothing by way
of physical food, if water is lacking in the body, this night. Hunger in a grown-woman's body
can't fight restlessness without like a baby's suckling on mama's milk, a kept promise produces
an adorable dozing off. Wthout, a tustling at the crown of a promise, (kept) produes a new nocturnal joy. without
a hustling to keep the promise true, ( kept) produes a song on the tongue a whistle on the lips. A
bird's melody with the sunrise. Sounds like a teet teet teet , bleep bleep bleep. All
tied to a cute groove on the radio.