Tossed and turned vehemently again.
Apathetic and stoic you
show no signs of a struggle.
Our what feeds our why
halted only by our when.
At the scene of our crime
remains unsolved our puzzle.
Your guilty feet leave
no new prints behind.
I hate that, yet again
you’ve overpowered my mind.
Cruel, cruel nightwalker are ye.
Never you tire of smearing
my heart’s chalk outline?

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Ericka Arthur

I am Ericka Arthur an Inspirational blogger, Poet and Radio Divas cohost on GrindhardRadio.

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