How to Wake
Open one eye. Then the other. Reach for the clock that is always just beyond a stretch of fingers. Pull back covers. Fast. Warmth will rise from your body. Chilled, dark air - face and neck, any bare skin, cool.
Reach again for the clock. You do not need it now. Perhaps you never did. You always wake. Day after day. The death of dreams. This wake.
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I really enjoyed this post entitled “How“. I found that it was very poetic and enjoyable. The second half really stood out to me the most. The way you added in a sense of question to the short, but strong, sentences really enhanced the whole view of the poem. It made it so much more moving and almost more able to relate. Everyone has those days sometimes it seems. It was very well written! You did a GREAT job!
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