Photo by author: Veronica Wren
Hide your ghost within a dream,
near close enough to touch.
But ripped away each morning
just before our lips can brush.
As brutal an alternative
for sure no less exhausting:
these ceaseless waking hours
of reality’s accosting.
Still, I’d never sleep again just to
avoid recurring anguish,
of waking absent your warm touch,
live nightmare I can’t banish.
About the Creator
Veronica Wren
Trauma sucks, recovery shouldn't.
Displaced survivor. Ex-cop turned activist researcher. Investigating abusive systems harming our health.
Forever wishing I could recover my old Vocal + account.
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