by brandonpatrickdNacogdoches, Texas, USA
Dec 2013 283 Views 0 comments
The Awakening
I wake up one morning
To the chirping of a crow
I wake up the next
To realize everything I know
Is shattered like glass
Or chipped like wood
I want to bring it all back
Oh, I wish I could!
Maybe I’ll truly wake up
Making all of this a dream
But this is probably reality
I can tell by their screams…
To the chirping of a crow
I wake up the next
To realize everything I know
Is shattered like glass
Or chipped like wood
I want to bring it all back
Oh, I wish I could!
Maybe I’ll truly wake up
Making all of this a dream
But this is probably reality
I can tell by their screams…
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Not one of my best, but it gets the job done. Venting thoughts.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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