Posted in Creative Writing


I lose sleep again.
New thoughts, new words
Spill out of me,
Play hide-and-seek in the air,
In the faint light of the moon.
Reason runs in circles, just out of reach
Angered by the lies I’ve told…
Temptation gently taps on my shoulder
Interrupting an illusion of innocence, saying:
“Once you open a can of worms
No one can close it for you”

[Inspiration comes from all sorts of places. Some sources are good and others are not as much. But writing about it the good and the bad keeps us alive.]


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