Backache
The iron grasp on my spine
Unwelcome symptom
Of forgotten youth.
Uncertainty
The night fragmented by the changing sky
Intrudes into dreams so real
Their residue lingers long into the day
And the line between truth and fantasy blurs
Into my reality.
Without & within
Unending rain an opaque curtain
blurring boundary between
night-day-night
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