This week’s prompt: Write a ‘repair’ poem
Awake to Amend
I sat on the bed and stared
At an indifferent ceiling
In a state of optimistic despair,
A rather curious feeling
Stirred by the midnight air,
(That hour for sudden epiphanies)
Realising I still had time to repair
The cracks in my damaged reality.
So now I stand
With vague plans in mind
Meeting only my own demands
As I leave my half-sleeping self behind.
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