Close my eyes, and drift to sleep.
My brain screams at my body to arise...
Despite the droop beneath my eyes.
Resting in the memory, of broken dreams and dreaming grief.
There's nothing more here for me.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
