Poetry Monday: Where Do Sheep Go After Counting?

I saw the man float by
Feeding on exhaustion
Carrying victims away – False Deaths – 
He approached me then turned
I was denied the privilege
To be carried into imagination
Crusty sockets – beating drums – 
I wrestle with the furniture
My efforts are in vain
The man floats away
Leaving me untouched
Longing for peace – for darkness –

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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