Exhaustive EnergyA Poem by ARLorenzWritten after many maddening nights of restlessnessQuarter to four is when I woke, Like a motor going full-throttle in my brain, I bounce from room to room Objects are lifted and shifted until I am left with a disheveled space and the same thirst for peace. © 2016 ARLorenzReviews
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