twisting and turning,
turning and twisting.
around and around like the voices in my head.
memories, regrets, ideas.
all resurfacing at this unfortunate hour,
with my eyes too tired
but my mind too awake.
this is yet another restless night,
one in which i wrote yet another restless poem.
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restless: a poetry collection
Poesiathe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
