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The fog

Try sleep.
Wake up,
Shaking,
Shaking,
Shaking.

Finally, sleep.
Wake up,
with a bloody mouth,
spikes attacking my temples,
and a bitten tongue.
The tremors must have come
to visit in my sleep,again.
Such dear, friends,
they are always close.

Try sleep.
Pills bring on the fog.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Just stay awake.
Don't let them see.
Don't give the fog Power.

The fog is not,
a dear friend.
The pills.
They open doors.
They open windows.
They find holes in the walls.
They invite the fog in.

Stay awake.

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I totally get it great job!

Today never knows what tommorow will bring!

I totally get it great job!

Today never knows what tommorow will bring!

The pills suck even more :(

Koki

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Hi Koki, your final stanza hits home.

The pills.
They open doors.
They open windows.
They find holes in the walls.
They invite the fog in.

I loved the repetition, it highlights meaning in your poem. Great job, I enjoyed it. Ruby :) xx

Give and grow - let's raise our verses together. I'm happy to comment on your work and appreciate a comment on mine.

:)

Koki

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I thimk you are a super heroine!

Today never knows what tommorow will bring!

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