I cast my mind about
Searching for just one
Peaceful memory
One image to still
A consciousness in turmoil.
Befuddled thoughts of anger arise
Failed friendships revived
Lost loves sought
Missed opportunities revisited
All conspire to withhold rest.
Like a fish bone
Stuck in my throat
At Friday night dinner
I am unable to swallow.
To clear the way
I twist sheets
And toss my pillow.
Finally darkness takes me
Into troubled sleep
Only to be disturbed moments later
By a relentless alarm
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment – it is very encouraging. Take care, Andy 🙂
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great poetry and picture!
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Thanks Leyla 🙂
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