sometime before the sun
I awoke violently
as if someone had grabbed my
shoulders and shook me
with all their might
Gasping for breath
as if dying or coming to life
I recall striving to push my imagination
from beneath the surface
out-chasing the nightmare
that is the unborn
Within the darkness
I hushed myself back to sleep
pretending nothing
ever happened to the sun
december two thousand thirteen
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“Within the darkness
I hushed myself back to sleep
pretending nothing
ever happened to the sun”
Ugh… it sounds so melancholic!
there is always light on the horizon – thanks for commenting on this poem D.J.