Poem #12

Cramped bed of sprawled limbs
spilling over the sides in sweat,
a hum of crickets, and
persistent snore of my dog 
mock my inability to surrender 
and release the tension in my jaw. 

I catch headlights in glimpses,
though my mind is beyond searching
for the place I go behind closed eyes,
where timelines blend and second chances
are never what they seem. 


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