human again

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

a poem reflecting those mornings when you wake up tired, hungover and not yourself. when it takes you until later in the day to feel human again.

Submitted: December 06, 2017

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Submitted: December 06, 2017





I haven’t found myself today. I searched so hard but couldn’t find.

I wandered lost past breakfast time, and through the shadows of my mind.

I drifted back through memories and plotted courses heading south.

I had no map to guide me on, so used my wits and word of mouth.

I’m not the only one to pass this way, the signs are written in the sand.

A shadow of my future self, concealed within a sleight of hand.

A noise that echoes from the walls, but has no light to guide me home.

I stumble on through mists and fog, a cloud descending as I roam.

But then a chink that ever nears, and brightens up a sullen sky.

It spurs me on beyond my noon, my inner sanctum now is nigh.

And when I land in evening time, my black dog lies, cold and slain,

I’m ready to take on the world once more, I’m back to life, and human again.

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