MindWraith

I know there are still wars outside
not just the ones for territory
fighting for things
that will only ever belong to us
for an hour sliced off the lifespans snuffed
but the cold wars of the mind, hunger and bonds of blood 
and in this cocoon I find myself in
I sleep a while
in the midst of the dark behind my closed lids
closed mouth and closed ears
like an early tomb
is there a momentary, sense.