Sunday, December 30, 2018

Night Terrors


Too restless to sleep

Too desperate to succumb

The banging bass drums
pounding exclamation points
deep into my consciousness

Swirling scenarios collide

All lead to the same inevitability 

Past, present, and future
shacked up in the fog of obscurity

Just another late night obscenity

Sweat stains paint the bed sheets

A masterpiece of empty dreams 



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