Hi there, I hope you enjoy this short poem I wrote this evening.
Salt stained pillows,
Creases spelling out every turn made,
Every attempt to catch and hold an illusive concept,
Wires whirring somewhere inside, anxious heart
Beats too many times, drum-roll,
Tempo of a cascade of unwelcome thoughts
That exit through the eyes leaving the pillows
Damp;
And salt-stained.
Aww. Me every night. 😩
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I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m glad you enjoyed the poem
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I enjoyed it so much. Thank you for putting this out.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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