I wonder when I will
➤➤Wake up,
To see the sky filled with,
➤➤Simmering-
➤➤Unknown colors.
To feel air that is breathless,
➤➤Like water is tasteless,
I wonder when I will,
➤➤Wake up,
And decide for what
➤➤The future is,
➤➤It is not the present.
This refusal to see today,
➤➤As anything but,
➤➤The path to tomorrow-
Is a form of anesthesia,
That the surgeon general warns-
➤➤Inevitably,
➤➤Leads to death.
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Step Into The Light (Poetry and Prose Journal)
PoetryA poetry and prose journal of sorts. Be forewarned though, you might not get what you are expecting. Added to on a semi-regular basis.
