Sinews, a poem
Sinews
I will run until I
forget, slam the heavy
bag, make myself weary
with curls and presses.
I have searched for sleep
in pills and bottles,
forgetfulness in the pursuit
of illusive pleasures,
but found nothing, save within
the singing of my own sinews.
Stephen Brooke ©2013
pretty much just another light-weight quickie of a poem
