A Writer's Journal

Through The Glass Darkly

You wake out of habit or bad dreams, and forgotten errands A tonic of panic and melancholy And what is life without it Believe me you will sleep again Do not over think this It doesn’t have to be perfect Only true

From inside Looking out Reaching through the bars to feel the grass To see the sun The wind blowing through the trees So the world is spinning The west wind is singing me to sleep Dreaming I’m awake I’m awake I’m awake I should be watching the clock The clock with hands I never understood what it …

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