Night Stretches Thin

Across my body

I used to enjoy 
these nights with you
reading each other
like our favourite books
pulling at the covers 
to get a better look

ever since your passing
I trudge through the day
with sleep as my only motivator

when the time comes 
so does all my energy
and I lie there knowing 
tomorrow will go the same way

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streaks of passing light
are the only signs of life
in the spill of night

I feel the world exhale 
leaving me with my thoughts
neon humming 
like a quiet confession 
through the dark

I trace old dreams 
in the ceiling’s shadow
trying to make sense 
of the many lives 
I'll never touch

I shouldn’t be awake
but as the moon rises
and the world slumbers
my soul comes alive
exchanging secrets 
with the stars

night stretches thin 
across my body
one long continuous hour 
during which I must remember 
to breathe

somewhere between 
silence and heartbeat
I birth words and images 
to cradle and soften 
the restless plains
of my mind

just as I begin to find ease
morning arrives 
always too early

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This was a collaborative poem! Here are the wonderful writers that contributed:

Vision2Verse, HEW(Hue) of Poetry, Kyle, Amrita Skye Blaine, Dr.Henna - Soul Mentor, Echoes From The Fire, Bob Johnson, Eitan Prince, Quiet-Storm, Speaking of...

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sometimes when creating a collaborative poem, it ends up that even smaller fragments lead to a unified whole or that words and phrases call for further shaping and moulding. This is no reflection on the contributor. Instead, it’s a beautiful reminder that the creative process is always filled with twists and turns.

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