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Finale

A surreal poem

By Silver DauxPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
Finale
Photo by Terry Vlisidis on Unsplash

The next time I trip, let me fall.

I am exhausted.

Let me hit the ground hard.

I daydream of rest.

I need a good jolt to the system.

Let me sleep.

Nothing concrete can't fix.

God, just knock me out.

A good, old pounding from the pavement.

It'll be another marathon effort.

Send me off before I go mad.

So I can chase the moon.

Let me fall into the arms of the forest.

And hunt sleep.

Don't look back, don't come back.

I will find it.

Leave me here, to the shadows.

Sleep.

Let me fall from a mossy cliff

To the end.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Silver Daux

Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)

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    Written by Silver Daux