Thursday, June 11, 2009

Dreams

I loathe dreaming.

Forgotten memories suddenly so clear
Then, waking utterly bereft.
Always dragged back too soon.

Feeling the vivid colours,
So worn and faded in life,
Slip once more beyond my reach…

The passage of time momentarily acute.
The wound fresh.
The loss new.

Another day.

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