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Sleepwalking Sunrise

And then comes the rush;
the same numb feeling from below my feet
grabs through the blackened dirt
at my ankles as I try to run
away from anything I can.
Stopped in my tracks
by the century old pain
tying my hands behind my back
tighter
tighter
until my wrists are red-
I think I missed seeing
them this way
and it scares me.
It’s like falling asleep;
you can’t ever remember the moment
the seconds slipped
away from view
while falling into a lovely comatose,
like a wrecking ball
through an ice sculpture of reality.
There’s only waking up,
and realizing the good dreams are only dreams
is so disheartening.
I can hardly bare being so close
to what I want
but not being able to reach
as if I’m just an inch away.
So I’m numb
leaning against a slow motion wind
shackled to the dirt
with my eyes closed
trying to shut everything out
trying to dream
awake.

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Comments

  • Misunderstood24
    Misunderstood24over 2 years ago

    Love this brother.
    It reminds of a Pulitzer-Prize winning poet, Yusef Komunyakaa.
    Definitely check him out.
    Be good.
    love and respect

  • I have never heard of him! but i will look sometime. thank you

    – Nathan Emery

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