Lost and Awake

What I thought was revolution. 

Was actually simple confusion. 

I left a message and went missing. 

And with that my mind had gone fishing. 

For hope that someday someone would follow. 

But for now I swim in a pool that is hollow. 

Hello? I call and my voice echoes with fright. 

But I bounced back quickly and felt delight. 

For I am alone for no one to send me to sleep. 

I miss my mom, so now I weep. 

And then I forget all over again. 

A treacherous wakefulness, I take for a spin.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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