POETRY, Syllable Tapestries

Don’t Hit Me

Sugar and Spice
Whiskey and Beer,
kept me from having those nightmares.
Those dreams
The failures.
The visions
The lies
The truths

Every thought
is swift and intense,
as if every letter and character
were put here to torment me.
But what can I say?
Appears to be
is a world all unlooked for,
yet tormented.

Don’t hit me.

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