Although the day is fait accompli,
fading far beyond my reach,
remnants of its fury remains,
it's bitter reflect weighs on my brain,
my tattered body lays unrest,
echos a soul much in distress,
un-liberated from this cognizance,
my pillow cradle my restless descent,
my thoughts persist to stray,
I closed my eyes, as the day passes away.
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