February 3, 4:31pm
Long days turning to long nights
Mouth dry expectations a wait
Brain all a buzz
But still just a fuzz
Sleep so tangible
Yet unimaginable
Where do my feet take me next
Hunger inside me
Waiting with rage
And a need to have now
Then again
When will I rest
So many days
Lay to grow longer
So many days
Some how we grow strong
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Becca, I like the poem structure of your posts. Best, Professor Wayne PS-Your questions about my piece in the faculty show????
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