Giselle Braeuel


Sparks In The Night

I am not young anymore, my body tells me so.
As the sun comes up it pinches me in many places.
And at the end of the day, as I wait for sleep,
fingers of the night prod into my brain.
My thoughts are like smoldering embers,
their sparks sending me on a journey.
Memories of people, like assorted masks,
parade in front of me.
The more they belong to the past,

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