Self-induced insomnia.
Prescribed.
Exhaustion �
Fuels the day.
Night.
Numbing the mind into acceptance.
Of Still-Life,
Muted like a water stained portrait-
That never sold
In its lifetime.
Covered in beige cloth.
Hidden.
Breathing and –
Languishing.
Half way between.
Dead and alive-
And somewhere in between that.
Again.
Better that way.
Safer.
Preserved.
In time.
- dalee Generated
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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