Day 15: “Concrete”

Poetry

on nights elapsed

I craved repose

so deep as to cozen

my sharpness of mind.

I’d slip between

whim-riddled sheets,

awaiting a realm

only found in dreams;

but now

I can’t even gather desire

to shut my tired eyes —

and I know it’s love

because reality is finally

better than reverie.

(Inspired by a Dr. Seuss quote)

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