When sleep is
but a distant memory
an illusion
the theater imagination can start
The endless monologues
of ”what ifs”
and conversations that will
never survive through
the sleepless night
You think through
all the people you hate
and love
What you will never say to them
unless they break your cycle
and come lay next to you
on the half empty bed
where your dreams have abandoned you
[10/17]
[10/17]
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