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Sleepless
I keep waking,
And, in the
Middle of the night
Quaking;
Rum in my limbs,
Shivering,
Shaking;
Whisky-drowned
And simply…
Mistaking;
This li(f)e I live,
Am I not
Simply faking?
And this death
I’m due
Is ever unshaken.
And, in the
Middle of the night
Quaking;
Rum in my limbs,
Shivering,
Shaking;
Whisky-drowned
And simply…
Mistaking;
This li(f)e I live,
Am I not
Simply faking?
And this death
I’m due
Is ever unshaken.
Published 31st Dec 2023
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31st Dec 2023 2:52am
First line of the second stanza says it all. Authenticity can be a bitch sometimes. Brave write.
10th Jan 2024 00:16am
10th Jan 2024 6:06am
Dear Tmy,
It takes such courage to acknowledge these thoughts/actions. I appreciated the imagery and metaphor of this write greatly. H🌷
It takes such courage to acknowledge these thoughts/actions. I appreciated the imagery and metaphor of this write greatly. H🌷
