“Nightlight” by Ben Winderman


Another night that offered an abundance of repetitive regret but an absence of restorative rest. I settled into my morning futon of forgiveness. Maybe it’s the darkness alone that haunts my mental gravitron and a nite-light would do the trick. My eyes close with the force of I have solved this sleepless riddle. But as moments move from morning’s maybe, fixation’s drought replaces optimism.
Ben Winderman

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