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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