insomnia knows me well now
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By R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ariana Prestes on Unsplash
every night I put quiet house to
bed, scrub the dishes for far too
long with pruney fingers in
soapy water, walk who
used to be our dog,
lie in our bed—
just breathing—
counting
sheep
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (6)
LOVED THIS! Special poem you've crafted here.
Just spectacular
Fantastic work, Ray!!! You are a great talent.
It was such a nice poetry.
And those sheep are never enough company like they were..
Nice! Made me feel alone.