long nights, short days

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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