Thought Collector

The sleep is heavy tonight

My eyes drift shut

Like they see a bad memory

When I can

I pry them open

I twist through thoughts

Pushing away more words

Than I’m accepting

But what comes out

Comes out

Sometimes I’m proud

Most times it’s just

A feeling of relief

-Saschia

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