I don’t do correct poetic form because I really don’t know it. It seems to me if I’m judged by the style I use then I am robbed of a form of freedom of expression. Think about...
Yet un-named...
I lie awake at night
Wondering about yesterday
Making the wrongs In my head right
Today becomes yesterday
Everything cycles
Rocking in place or
Crossing an ocean in rough seas
Both make me queasy
Nothing is steady
Loneliness rules
Can a broken heart cease caring
Blackness consumes eyesight
Hearing is void of sound
Hide from the day
At night I am safe
In the dark no one sees
Hope only grows when two touch
No one seeks another in the dark
Unintentional encounters plant a healing seed
Hearts bond to be broken
Everything cycles again
Later, BS
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