AC (12-16-1981 DOD: everyday / )

Broken Bones

They gave me reality alterations-
told me to rest:
tomorrow will bring better days.
I question the existence of tomorrow-
I've been awake all night, counting stars and
it would seem, at this hour
today never ended so how could it ever arrive?

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Comments (2)

i like how you ended this with a question. throws the reader into a spin back to the start. Sus.
The opening line is brilliant and the whole poem is meaningful. Thanks, Amberlee.