Poetry

Asleep At Last

Travis Wilkins-Smith

Nails piercing my brainGlass shattering around meMetal crunching, smashing togetherCrying all around meScreeching, ScreamingHowling, Wailing, WeepingIt seems like a hundred years have passedJust when you are about to blow a gasketThe baby falls asleepWe shut off the phoneTake off our shoesWe talk in sign language

Asleep At Last Travis Wilkins-Smith
Travis Wilkins-Smith, 12
Dorchester, Massachusetts

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