Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem #740


Woken up before the sun takes up its residence in the sky, 
Wrestled violently from dreamland, 
And tossed into the reality I left behind. 
Already, my heart sinks deep into darkness, 
Longing for those few sweet hours to return, 
The only time where I feel nothing, 
Think nothing, 
Hear nothing, 
Am nothing.