Sleep disturbed,
awake, once more,
too late to try again
Dreams, or nightmares,
what’s the difference, at this point—
may as well pick up this pen
Onslaught of thought,
mind overwrought,
creative flourish in the night
Floorboards creak,
shadows speak,
words flowing from the moonlight
Tag: poems
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Onslaught
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Clairvoyance
If you had the gift of clairvoyance, could you wield it
Can anyone
Despite her gift, Cassandra was unable to save herself, her loved ones, or her city
A gift became a curse
As Troy burned to the ground,
do you think she said“I told you so…”
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