Dreamless have been the nights since I said goodbye to a dear friend of mine.
My phantasms of twilight have not yet returned to me;
As the stillness trouble my body and mind to sleep soundly.
No matter how tired I may be, I awaken from the darkness of the evening sky at the crack of every dawn.
Though I try to search for this once-frequent but now-foreign sense of contentment,
I am lost in the mundaneness of the world.
But as the coldness of winter creeps in ever so slightly with each passing day,
I am relieved of my empty state of being, feeding on my forgotten nightly dreams.
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Nodus Tollens
Poetrynodus tollens n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore. (dictionary of obscure sorrows)
