W3 12-17-25

The winds that will be howling at all hours

Keep my mind away from pleasant dreams

Not visible, but this cold wind has powers

Causing nightmarish visions to be seen.

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For this, for everything, we are out of tune

No longer gazing sleepily at a moon

But wishing on the brightest stars

That the world ceases these constant scars

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

Off this boat drifting in troubled seas.

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W3 Prompt #190: Wea’ve Written Weekly