Sweat soaked sheets
and three am terrors
punctuated by nightly defeat.

Body twitching in agitation
desperately seeking solace
in the rising sun; salvation.

Fuel to the soul; caffeine
heart pumping fire,
bleeding out the nicotine.

Shaking hands light another
mentally ticking off scars;

– L.E.

Free Verse Revolution OCT. Writing prompt #4

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