Another Night
Twisted bedsheets,
tangled limbs.
The fury of
another night, war torn
and scarred. The
enemy, myself.
A battleground of
my mind.
Relentless images
invade
with incessant
word. Pillows
and blankets
litter the floor,
innocent victims
of the onslaught.
A glaring clock
mocks as
minutes turn to
hours, and
a litany of
worries parade across
the ceiling, no
redemption in sight.
I pray for peace.
I count my breaths,
waiting for sleep,
an elusive friend,
to take me by the
hand. Another night
of fury, and still
no rest within reach.
Ann
Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been
internationally published, and won poetry awards from publications. She lives
in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with
her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ariel Chart, Page &
Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The
Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak
Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The
Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The
McKinley Review. *(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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