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