Fists clenched as she lays in her bed
preparing for the insatiable demons
that the night's coattail brings
to clutch at her mind.
Eyelids closed as she swings
battling back the cognitions
gnawing at her fatigued body
as the moon watches helplessly.
The sun awakens on the battlefield.
Eyes crack open
contemplating somberly
if another twilight is worth it.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
