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Her name was Willow
She was beautiful to me
Now, they call her Stump

thE lakE

Sleepless nights I spend

Dreaming of the mistakes

I left just around the bend,

Hidden behind the lakes.

The signs read “No Phishing,”

But I can’t read them here,

As I spend twilight wishing,

One hand a rod, the other a beer.

And the morning draws nearer,

The shore drifts closer,

My mind no clearer,

The shore drifts closer.

Catch and release, then.

Sleepless nights I spend.

Empty-handed, again.

Back from the bend.

calM

I lie adrift

In a state of sleepless slumber,

Of sober daydreams.

My fingers tingle

At just the thought

That my vacuous mind

Doesn’t form.

A lone lamp remains lit,

Stubbornly so,

In the corner there.

Perhaps I could put it out

With just a thought.

I lie adrift

In a state of sleepless slumber,

Of sober daydreams,

Of idle thoughts,

And of empty mind.

A pressure at my back,

A solemn reminder,

Reveals my presence to me.

I am here.

I am not yet gone.

Though, I drift.

I drift adrift a rift.

I drift adrift a rift..

I drift adrift a rift…

I drift adrift a rift….