1:36

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Reflections, as I sit in my verandah, stargazing.

Submitted: February 11, 2015

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1:36

 

Late night. Dashed dreams. Remembrances mellowed by regret.

The ties that bind force me awake

The morning light is cold and clammy

In the night, nothing is real

I'm just a little bit younger

Just a little bit higher

I can safely ignore the walls

Listening to the dogs bark and the rooster crow.

Yes, sweet chaos of the night

If I could but remain sleepless forever

Reclaim

The lost days, the shimmering starlight

Barter back love over gold

But there's office in the morning

So I set my alarm appropriately early

It's killing my mind

To prop up this body

Worthless

 


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