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- Sleepless nights, a wandering pen; clashing of dawn and daylights end.
- Swarming thoughts, a tearing mass. Strength is lessened as time has passed.
- Pale expression, deserted stare. Feeling plenty yet with nothing to share.
- Spiritless day, followed by hollow night. A wanting upon my fingertips, with no embrace in sight.
- A demand, a hunger, to fill this space. The desire, the craving for that safe embrace.
- A cradle that will forever clutch me tight and remove the restlessness from my night.

Reviews

[Robert Parlange]

I've read a few of your poems and I do like your style. You have captured “moments” of time and presented them in an interesting manner. Very good.

I look forward to more of your work. Keep writing.