Leaving before sunrise,
My bed half unmade
My problems half unsolved,
I leave them in the shade.
My bag half packed, but I'm
half an hour late.
Room half clean, I'll
return to a sorry state.
Following the fog,
I float out the window,
only half awake.
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Author:
Whispers and Sparks (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in my notebook after I woke up at the crack of dawn to go on a 7 hour drive with my friends. I was thinking about how my life at home was moving on without me, and I had to leave right in the middle of something I was doing, generally speaking.
- Category: Reflection
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