The prompt for today was to write a nine-line poem. I choose to write on the conflicting battle to be in dreams and to face reality.

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His majesty in a slumber of dreams

All he does here is swing like a child

only to fall into an earthquake of defeat

Reality it seems is a rumbling war

A soldier carrying guns as responsibilities, a confidence that depletes

But being attentive to what doesn’t exist

gives hope for the reality that squeals bittersweet

A tragedy deceived by my fabrication of slumber that runs wild

“Awaken!” screams reality, reminding me of my heartbeat

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