wrapped up in my sheets in the dark
with my cold fingertips against the window
and the night still clinging to the frame
i waited for the need to pass
taking deep breaths counting the sighs
to trick me back into sleep
but the silence left my mind
with too much to draw out and throw
against the shadows like a backdrop
until the day began and i stumbled down the stairs
quick to fix what of the broken world i could
if only food fed the soul
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