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| Essaouira, Morocco, October 2016 |
Because I cannot sleep
I write
Amidst sighs of anticipating the agony of tomorrow.
Because I refuse to weep
I write.
Squinting at the city lights I crave to borrow.
Because I have no reputation of an omnipotent god
I write.
No miracles or granting wishes power in my kitty
Nor have I been known to be a tyrant
Thus I write
Even when revenge would have been befitting
Because every decision comes at a cost
I write
While the hush of the wake weighs down heavy
Harrowed by the vestiges of the love that's now lost
I write
Disarmed and Unsteady.
