Haikus
Pain, fear, misery
surround one with only a
stuffed dog to cry on.
Time inches by me
because sleep cannot find me,
for I am troubled.
Meaningful words of
songs are heard by me alone.
God, can he hear them?
There is nothing left.
Death is tempting to me but,
someone will miss me.
Hearts pound rapidly
when the contact of our lips
is finally made.
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A battle with “them.”
My world has come to an end.
Tears slide down my nose.
How long can one watch
the test pattern? Half hour?
I did. Yawn. Sleep.
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