Battles

Battles


Long, white corridors
Sterile, silent,
Ceilings dripping with tears

I violently awaken at dawn
Having dreamt of newborn babies,
One able, sleepless body
trying to keep an entire bed warm

Whispers in the night
To an unknown friend,
Like a light spring rain shower
Its droplets heavy
with the day’s green anticipation,
Landing uncertainly
While the certain red eye rises,
The first bombshells of self pity
have just begun to fall

Remembering what it was like
Before the world took an abrupt u-turn
Is as difficult as it is to breathe.


                                   -Andyman

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