It's a long night till morning,
Dream breasted, shadow stalked.
Arid lips salt sweated.
Laughter, dreams, and horror
Dawn faded long.
Dreamless sleep’s dark nightmare
Now haunts my withered days.
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Author:
Trenz Pruca (
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Insomnia rules!
You got it.
'It's a long night till morning,
Dream breasted, shadow stalked.'
what an opening!
brilliant imagery and infused with natural dramatics, forcing readers to re-read and contemplate the layers in its meaning
Thank you
Admirable opening on a description of insomnia which filled with good metaphor needs reading again - so into my faves with this Endless Daze Sweaty Nights - -- very well captured Trenz
Thank you very much. I appreciate your support.
You definitely have a way with words! Love your poetry!
Thank you always
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