Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

pieces of fools

peer into the
mirror of sleep –
dreams reflect
the puzzle pieces
we keep as time
staggers along,
the deeper we must
leap into our skull
the pieces that never found
their places are found creeping
across our hearts, making us
feel like fools – ruling
over the nights, pulling us near
to the fears flying like anxious birds,
between what we believe and
what we choose to hear

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