The bend of your neck
perfectly fits my head.
My sanctuary from
the troubles of the day.
The only place
that relaxes the muscles
in my tense jaw.
If time would just cease
that we might have this calm,
just a few moments more,
before being torn apart
by the responsibilities of life.
Back into the fires of tribulation
until we may rest together again.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry 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...
