In the morning, I cling desperately to sleep,
but am propelled, against my will, into wakefulness.
Images of forceful separation manifesting in my dream.
When my time has come, I cling desperately to this life,
but am propelled, against my will, across the threshold,
into the unknown.
1 comment:
I hope you will post a collection of your poems sometime.
Hey, maybe we--including C and J and others maybe--can set up a joint site where we post literary efforts.
As you know, I have one such blog-site. Email me with your thoughts.
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