Trenz Pruca

Endless daze, sweaty nights

 

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.

Comments8

  • dusk arising

    Insomnia rules!

  • Trenz Pruca

    You got it.

  • L. B. Mek

    '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

  • Trenz Pruca

    Thank you

  • Fay Slimm.

    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

  • Trenz Pruca

    Thank you very much. I appreciate your support.

  • Romantic Bloom

    You definitely have a way with words! Love your poetry!

  • Trenz Pruca

    Thank you always



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