Poem by Eric King


It’s so much easier to think

when I focus on the point

my sidewalks are shifting

standing on shaky legs

Tomorrow I may awaken

to a ceiling never seen

Battling the state

Battling the PTSD

Much easier to stay awake

lines in the novels don’t read straight

Tired and alert, pick a team

It’s so much easier to dream

Knowing we will survive this thing

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