Poem #2

In the frozen minutes between twilight and dawn,

I lay in my bed wondering what went wrong

Between the life I wanted and the life I live.

Wishing I could go back and rewrite my narrative,

But in the end, our script is etched in stone

No going back, no changing what was.

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