Prisoner

I don’t think I slept last night.

Not even a wink.

Thoughts of you lifted me

           to the sky.

I tumbled down into reality,

when the truth hit me

            hard.

You aren’t here.

           Not at all.

Yet you sneak your way in

          to my dreams,

                    daydreams,

         to the nothing that is my mind,

                    but you.

It’s haunting,

      sad,

      pathetic,

but it won’t let me escape.

I am my own prisoner to my beautiful mind.

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