Awake Poem by Meredith B.

Awake

The world is quiet but
Not my mind
It races with
questions?
concerns?
Too late. Moving on…

It has to be at this hour
That I won that one argument
From when? Right.
Three years ago.
Exactly! Exactly.

And then the next morning
I wonder
Why I'm so tired.

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