Torn - Poem by Brad Kellum
At night, descending twilight, sleep moves vagrantly past.
With eyes stilled know what's in this man.
Two sea inside this man living a lie.
Expressedly he's afaid to imply.
He doubts it's to those beside he shall lay.
But, to himself he's reluctant to say.
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