
my heart aches.
i am drunk
with fatigue.
a drousy numbness
paralyzes my soul.
the loss of your touch
pains my longing senses.
do i continue without you?
or join you
before my time has come.
(this weeks prompt - the opening line of John Keats ‘Ode to a Nightingale’
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