Cold Dawn


So this dawn will break without my existence,
for the light of the new day I have no resistance.

As clouds part there ways for from mist and fog,
as I realize I’m just kicking the black dog.

So this morning will pass without my permission,
and my illness stirs from its remission.

As minds part their ways from sanity stays,
I know that this feeling could on for days.

D 2013

(The morning after an over active brain night when you realize what the hell you were thinking.)


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