Last Night
Strong dilemma pitching at my tent
Revving, roaring. Every night feels the heat
Storming, pulsating. Showers quiet by rest
Undulating plateau escalating fantasy
Ecstasy delayed for tomorrow’s gratification
Should I do it?
A billion dollar question you may ask
Sleeping insomnia, perfect blanket fitting gloves
Even against my wish, must it be done?
Nerves standing like grown man low
Wanting rest from yonder
Gently the tune starts to play
Get me bodied
Height surmounted by the low soldiers
Broken lose by staccato heartbeat
Yet I beat myself very morning
Wishing I hadn’t done the bidding of yesterday
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