tossin’ & turnin’

thoughts run rampant
in the darkness of her soul
they splatter on blank pages
words that fill a hole

in the dead of night
when she’s rendered blind
images unfurl
on the screen that is her mind

a snow covered road
on a cold winter night
fish in the shallows
shining summer bright

an aimless drive
down Fairmount Boulevard
planting rows of impatiens
in her well-loved backyard

mistakes, missed chances
remorse that burns
the good old days for which
she frequently yearns

copyright © 2020 KPM

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