Awake Poem by Meredith B.

Awake

The house is quiet but
Not my mind
It races with
questions?
concerns?
Too late. Moving on…

of course at this hour
I won that one argument
from when? Right.
Three years ago.
Exactly! Exactly.

And then the next morning
Why am I so tired?

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