Awake: A Poem form Legacy: After Porridge

Awake The day is only beginning Yet I already feel Drained and exhausted-- Worn out before the morning, By thoughts that came to me in the night. I'm wide awake Tossing and turning to the tempo of mistakes And mishaps That happened in the day.

Note: The Transcript

Note I left you on the bedside table, Right beside a pack of un-smoked cigarettes. Nothing too fancy Or thought through. Because you were just an idea never a plan; But one thing led to another— A strong drink chased pills, clutched in a stronger hand. You were just a bunch of scribbles on crumpled... Continue Reading →

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