
dawn
From dusk till dawn;
the time when most people think.
Unable to concentrate on the silence during the hours of day
when translucent lives seem to mock us in smug humor.
I dwell deep into the depths of my mind;
I can't sort things out.
On one hand, this, on the other, that.
I say too many fucking hands!
The daylight peeks in my window;
Slapping the contemplation away.
Go back to sleep!
Live another day in this false reality.
Just when the glimpse of truth was a mirage in the distance,
I now am blinded, again, by this delusive illusion called life.
Waiting to be free.
About the Creator
ezurates Angel
Writing was my first true love.




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