Sleepless fights
By rmerwin
Words and sleep jumbled and blurry bring forth the wee hours of that hell that separates the silence of night from the break of another busy day. The burn of another night's rest foregone. How much was really said? Regrets of feelings, expressed and not. Arguments never to be voiced with the fervor and freshness of those moments past. Opportunities for vindication, expalanation, piece of mind, sleep, gone to the waist side, I've lost again, if for no other reason than for the sake of trying.To those sleepless nights of repetitive arguments, repetitive dreams never won, never refought beaten like a dead horse, for the sake of self abuse. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 03:58 PM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 10
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