Half A Pill

Between cities and states signals disappear

Cracking up in distance’s gravity multiplied

Addresses forgotten no forwarding to hope for

A dead end bottle filled with regrets unheard whispers on all sides

/

I wish selfish prayers could count

Wish daydreams crying, born when I stare

Observations from an undisclosed location somewhere within

As ink becomes one with a thirsty page line by line.

/

Midnight pillow grabs when fighting scary thoughts

Dark pits without footholds designed to rob throbbing hearts from rest

We’re tumbling in timelines for percentages, well rounded minds

Ignorance a dead end bottle filled with regrets unheard whispers on all sides.

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