Awake Still Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Awake Still
They fly freer at night; old
dark memories and feelings
arrive on wings of sorrow
gather at my feet and
slash at tender rest
in a repeat of the past.
They sing their sad songs;
songs sung blue to
color my elusive dreams,
make the soul to ache.
Hard to let them rest in peace
when I lie here awake
alert and receiving;
but oh how I wish
I could stop the music.
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