The Floor
The phone rings,
it's in my head...
I fall back to sleep,
only to catch myself.
Jot down ideas
and drift into space,
I look down
only to see my own face.
Wake up sweating,
I crawl out of bed;
the floor, it's soaking
from the clothes I've shed.
Exiting this dream,
Fall asleep again.
The Day is coming,
I don't know when?
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Author:
iamh2o (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2016 01:49
- Category: Reflection
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