Another 2 a.m.
and the demons drag me from my sleep.
Back buckling from the burden
of bearing witness,
I force myself to find water--
a vain attempt to quench
the insatiable thirst
for rest.
National Poetry Month - April 5, 2020
Today's color: White (Commentary below poem...) For those who do not know me, I was born with a cleft lip and palate in 1969. I w...
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In this age of chasing nickels around dollar bills, opinions are ten a penny. The intentionally ignorant, not realizing speech is silver ...
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