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I awoke this morning with sick passing from my brain
Dark dreams faded to the vision of a sunny day.
My eyes stung as my lungs coughed out the insane
Moments that flashed in my rem sleep
Vultures trying to grab a dying vision..a soul…a morbid creep
They missed as my soul escapes back to the waking hours.
New breaths of a newer moment that are seeds sprouting into beautiful flowers​.
Sipping a sweet soda, I sign in relief, to the promotion of ill faded moments…a warning? Yes.
I am stronger, still. A soul strength muscled to another panic as the morning signals a fresh viewed attack.

— The End —