NaPoWriMo 30

Each day is a circular struggle not
to remember the dreams I had last night
so that they may be continued still at
a later date when sleep returns to light
Escaping from the ongoing trials
brings new and undeniable sunsets
reflecting the clouds and turning spirals
of hopes and dreams later built on regrets
I have no wisdom no words that I learned
in this apocalyptic draft writing
if printed out they surely must be burned
despite the torpor you should keep fighting
for words to share in taking breath along
of what are we but song but deathless song