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I woke up on the sofa again Dream-weight bearing past traumas Looking ever backwards Gauping at my own flaws. I woke up on the sofa again, Etchings of past misdemeanors Losing purchase on the walls And floating around the room. I woke up in a frenzy To remove the LED haze, Whatever it was I was doing Was now done yesterday. I woke up delirious, Not knowing who I was For everything that I had been Had now been repossessed. It's a funny thing realising That part of you is gone Waking up on the sofa With a need to hurry on. I woke up on the sofa again With a sense of worthlessness, Reflecting on the regularity Of my boundaries being crossed. I woke up on the sofa again And slowly trudged to bed Like an extra in the background, A dream that's died a death. When I awoke I realised The misdemeanors were lesser, I wondered through the streets And saw not one single transgressor. I stopped a couple in the store Who talked about their summer, And saw a woman with her dog Admiring a passing runner. As the polyester jackets floated past And shoes scuffed the fallen canopy, I saw that movement made people happy, That the sofa was no place for me.
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Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
Breaking the fall
I woke up on the sofa again Dream-weight bearing past traumas Looking ever backwards Gauping at my own flaws. I woke up on the sofa again, Etchings of past misdemeanors Losing purchase on the walls And floating around the room. I woke up in a frenzy To remove the LED haze, Whatever it was I was doing Was now done yesterday. I woke up delirious, Not knowing who I was For everything that I had been Had now been repossessed. It's a funny thing realising That part of you is gone Waking up on the sofa With a need to hurry on. I woke up on the sofa again With a sense of worthlessness, Reflecting on the regularity Of my boundaries being crossed. I woke up on the sofa again And slowly trudged to bed Like an extra in the background, A dream that's died a death. When I awoke I realised The misdemeanors were lesser, I wondered through the streets And saw not one single transgressor. I stopped a couple in the store Who talked about their summer, And saw a woman with her dog Admiring a passing runner. As the polyester jackets floated past And shoes scuffed the fallen canopy, I saw that movement made people happy, That the sofa was no place for me.
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Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
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