As I lay wide awake in bed I process my dreams,
I may have given way to fear I fear,
But in the daytime my eyes only convey an SOS,
Silence on steroids, afraid of detection,
When the clock strikes 12 it’s back to vivid reimaginings,
Flying debris and tumbleweeds,
Then the hollow, lifeless eyes,
Spaced-out look of glee,
Robotic hand gestures and auto-pilot levels of weariness,
Smile and wave, SOS…
Nessa 🖤
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