Restless

If it’s a restless night,

It’s a restless day.

No matter what you do, you won’t seem to shake the cobwebs from your brain.

You’ve been kept awake by nonsense and disarray.

And told in the morning “you’re not remembering it right, why do you act this way?!”

Days go by, the same ol’ thing.

Agony continues, is it…just a dream?

I’m making it up it seems.

But let me tell you this.

It’s been a restless night and a restless day, and everything is not ok.

You’ve been right all along,

The lies you’ve been told have been horrible and wrong.

Your “dreams” are nightmares and everyone of them as real as the day is long.

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Ive been busy writing my new poetry book here recently, this is one of the poems. The title of my new book is A Life of Love We Shall Find

Here’s to hoping I can get it out before Christmas! Fingers crossed!!

~A