he tosses and turns all night,
eyes struggling to stay open
while his mind refuses to
close the door to restlessness.
It's not that I don't want to
rest, it's that I can't grasp
the concept of the benefits
: insomnia
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
