Sleep shifts me into a solitude
I can never find here
each snore scrapes the residue
of responsibilities that rape me daily
How the swells in my psychedelic psyche
calms my spent soul - slumber numbs
the pain long enough for my lips to utter
a prayer in this sweet light of dismissal.
— by anntidote —
Sketch by Anntidote [July 25, 2025]