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I sit alone with my thoughts.
The ones I’ve avoided all day.
Too tired to fight them.
So I listen to what they say.
They tell me of wrongs long passed.
As they fidget and squirm.
How I should be better.
And how I’ll never learn.
Their voice fades into shadow.
As night’s breath deepens.
I’m a prisoner of my mind.
As the dreams seep in.
About the Creator
Christopher Foster
Storyteller. Writer. Tales written of quiet mornings, and nightmares that dance between the outstretched arms of the sun. Currently building the world of Ankor, one story at a time.
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