Restless

Bittersweet reminders-
what would have been
of what could be.

Trickles of remorse
whirl upstream
seeping into pores.
Twisted thoughts
shattered into screams
refusing to settle-
aching into dreams.

Rest hangs-
on the back of eyelids
but serenity refuses to obey.

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