Exit from Sleep

My dreams are something foreign

Nothing akin to wanderlust

Only fatigued induced headaches so swollen

I see things I never saw in person

Absent to my waking eyes

Borrowed from someone else a spiritual liaison

Time spent in stasis flat on my mattress

Holding and empty mind and a cold pillow

Afraid of the up coming show

It will be morning soon

The light will amplify in my room

The sun pushed behind the clouds

Overcast sky muffles the city sounds

A latent train horn shatters my equilibrium

Falling out of bed aching for words, never said.