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Poetry: watching the dawn

Watching the dawn of suffering shades
Too early to enter the day
Pounding blood’s drowning out my name
Night’s terrors still lodged in my brain

Forcing bland smiles to fake my way
Too soon to think what to say
Angels come singing in the key of insane
Tarring paths with unholy remains

Staging an entrance to show off a face
Too suddenly not to sway
Words crowding worse trying to escape
Come raggedly into this play

Making attempts to feel what I say
Too soon to hide it away
Thoughts I once had keep running astray
Evading my capture they fade

Bleeding eyes tell the world of my rage
Too shocked to know it’s okay
Accepting myself if I can at this stage
Shaking hands and closing the cage

© 2013 deb davies thorkelson   |   Wednesday morning, December 11th, 2013  |   image: iPhone photo
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