Silent broadcasts

Behind my tired eyes,
a sleepy mind steals will.

Upon walls shadows play,
silent brodcasts in dead air.

A encoded night whispers,
its faded signal in white grey.

Fuzzy picture of memories,
my perception won’t receive.

Reruns of blackened dreams,
this reality’s so clear nightmare.

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