6.20am
As I fall asleep
Within the crush of my dream
The clouds that broke this morning
Gently disappear.
I tiptoe through the shattered thunder
That lies scattered across the floor
Unlike so much that has drifted past
It can worry me no more.
The memories caught in a hurricane
Replaying all my yesterdays
I think of the fortunate few
Who can smile as they view.
As twisted thoughts lie awake and wait for dawn
I wait for a new morning
Wait for the night
Dreaming my yesterdays
Were just a myth or a lie.
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