Lying awake.
Only hours away from daylight.
Yet everything feels so distant.
The drip of the tap.
Taps into my subconscious.
My mind addicted to its metronomic rhythm.
I look out of the window.
And see nothing.
Wrong time of day for natural surroundings.
I look within myself.
And see nothing.
My soul as empty as a pirate's conscience.
I write these verses.
Hours apart yet undivided.
Waiting for the dreams that never come.
Trying to avoid the thoughts that will not cease.
Stuck in the pattern that repeats,
and repeats, and repeats...
RC 13-4-24
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