life on the funny farm

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Wake Up.

It's morning.

Out my window, the sky is shining.

I stretch, I yawn, I rub sleep from my half-mast eyes.

My dreams linger.

Awful things.

police
hospitals
courtroom
tears
rages
blood
emptiness
loneliness
self-pity
questioning
closed doors






It's morning.

The dream fades.

I leave my bed, and I start my day.


2 comments:

  1. As usual, beautifully written. Out with the old, in with the new, my friend...thinking of you.

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    1. Thank you, my dear. In the words of Nina Simone, "It's a new dawn, it's a new day...."

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