One eight hundred

One eight hundred

A Poem by ditto

Help comes to those
who genuinely seek it,
search for the light,
strenuously and frequent
whereas I like to lie
to myself and deep within the
Reeses of sleep, dreams preferable
to a weak will to breathe.
Stay awake though for
future's stake in my placement.

© 2017 ditto


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A Poem by ditto