by Pedro Wrobel

There is a certain moment in the night
when I am awake and reflective,
when the room is hot and my sheets are soaked with sweat, twisted and thrown
so the uneven surface is like a body lying beside me, silent as a corpse.

With a beating heart I reach out into the unknown
grasping, touching, exploring, fingers outstretched
to feel the air.
nothing there.



Pedro Wrobel is a British-Brazilian poet now residing in London, England. He is inspired by emotion and dedicates these poems to peace.


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