#60 of 365 – “realities”

“realities”

 

I lay

awake

as morning

sinks

into my day,

listening

to the last

remnants

of sleep

clinging

to your

eyelids,

watching

as your

dreams

fight

and scratch

for more

time,

to weave

their

realities

into your

mind.

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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