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Accidentally wrote a #BornBattleReady poem.
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#BornBattleReady
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#BornBattleReady
I'm drawin' a blank
up since B4a.m. lookin' alive
but I threw some stank
on the subject in 2005
I pulled it from my picture bank
saves me from a new pen jive
but holds the same rank
as other memories I revive
Here's my submission. Good luck, everyone.
#BornBattleReady #4am
#vss365 #Lacuna
Queen Ann's lace swayed
in the wind, at #4a.m.
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#BornBattleReady
#vss365
as I cross the #lacuna at 4am
I see that joker Shem
he needs 6 C batteries
4 the keyboard
he keeps wi' him
I steal a mag light off a floorboard
seen Early acrost the parkin' lot, he had 2 more
we went to the graveyard
& sang Jerry Lee Lewis songs
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I am drifting slowly in my dreams where the past relentlessly whispers to me until sleep becomes a shallow river and suddenly it is 4am, my nemesis, my companion I am crossing the bridge to my misery, but still holding on to hope I am awakened by a slow ticking clock, that does not belong to me another stark reminder, of all that I have lost another turn around the sun and another lonely night and it is still 4am where my ghosts are whispering unseen of all the things I have lost and all that might have been I feel your presence circling in the cool breeze a quiet sigh from another lifetime that does not belong to the waking world for time has not healed my sorrow nor does it help me to survive until tomorrow but it is still 4am and these brief moments of hope stir something in my dormant soul my memories are coming back to life I walk the plank again, but I know where this will end it is still 4am, this is the hour, this is the place I hear you whisper on the breeze just beneath the surface of reality for just one poignant moment, I think you are answering my call and the moment drenches me in longing and rekindles the embers of hope that circle me slowly like the mists it is still 4am, in both my dreams and my reality and I find myself awakening to emptiness and a silent acknowledgement of the impossible truth that even embers still burn gently in the shadows of the soul and our ghosts will ever linger, seeking reminders of love and it is still 4am, and our secrets are now buried deep inside of me ©Ann Bagnall
It is 4am again, this ungoverned hour when the night thins and the world lies silent and even the wind seems reluctant to disturb what has gathered in the corners of the dark at 4am, memories seep into my dreams like the damp seeps through stone the clock insists upon its small tyrannies tick, tick, tick, each second a soft hammer against the walls of sleep, I quietly rise without rising my body remains but my spirit walks elsewhere at 4am the past does not knock, it claims residence and like an old companion it knows the way through every fracture in the dark I think of you and my mind becomes a cathedral at 4am, every echo magnified, every prayer unanswered I cross that bridge again, the one suspended over nothing creaking with the weight of what might have been hope is a faint lantern in my trembling hand but at 4am, I belong to the in-between to the hour that does not heal, but reveals to the place where my ghosts sit beside me whispering gently, reminding me that absence is not an ending, but a pause ©Ann Bagnall
#BornBattleReady
There is something intimate about 4am it strips the day of its disguises and leaves me all alone drowning in the waves of my longing at 4am my heart beats louder without a reason and my thoughts wander barefoot across the broken glass of memories I lie deathly still and feel you moving through the ethers the room is silent, but the silence is not empty it is filled with unfinished conversations and with the weight of words that I did not correct or question that I ignored for the sake of survival at 4am I replay the small things your smile, the intensity of your gaze the way your absence still echoes it is 4am and this hour is ruthless there is no sunlight to soften the edges of loss no sounds nor movement to distract from the pain only the brutal truth lingers, sometimes for an eternity it rearranges the songs of the soul from joy to melancholy and at 4am you will find me, bargaining with the dark just one more sign, one tear in the fabric of reality and sometimes in the gentlest shift of air I imagine I can hear you answer it may not be enough to sustain a lifetime but at 4am, it is enough to survive until morning ©Ann Bagnall
#BornBattleReady
4 am
Shadows fly
Reflections
In a vampires eye
Werewolf howling
Full moon
In full bloom
Stuck here inside my room
Imagination overload
Moaning mummy
In a stack of clothes
Lights on for restful sleep
#BornBattleReady
4 am
Wakening
TV still mumbling
Brain fumbling
4 am
My overthinking
Is doing my sinking
Teeter totter unraveling
4 am
Staring at nothing
Wondering if I am something
Or remnants of anything
#BornBattleReady
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This week's #BornBattleReady prompt word is: 4a.m.
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Congratulations, @saffronsuncat.bsky.social! You were selected to be this week’s Voice Of Valo(U)r👑
Our next #BornBattleReady prompt word is: 4 a.m.
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This week's #BornBattleReady prompt word is: DRAGON
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