awakening the sleeping senses from slumber up on the feathered pillows of comfort a weight pushes down wiping aside the cobwebs covering a dim memory in the distance another an old man presses into sterile sheets his breath a thing of the past a ghostly figure the pattern of his shape outlined against the threshold between a mystical mysterious dream and the space we call reality the entrance to thoughts of existence still distant igniting those fine filaments like a torch lighting a forgotten mineshaft revealing reluctantly the shadows of solitude leading me towards the reality of the present
shifting awkwardly abandoned in this fine bed reality creeps over the bedsheets towards me you i realize departed last night
i sense it more than i can feel it your presence exists though your consciousness does not you have gone away to leave me here wrestling with existence
~gtk
My dad passed away on October 30th. I tried to capture the feelings as I awoke the next morning.
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Refugees of Reason
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