Woke

day one you woke everything you thought you were before you closed your eyes and inhaled the dreams of your twisted line is discovered to be a lie a falsehood, trickery, fabrication disappearing behind a cloak of aberration crawling on hands stuck to scarred wrists pilfering life from dumpsters of deception avoiding the glares of incandescent veneer snubbing red streaked orbs within the mirror you woke purity of thoughts not meant to be shifted, changed, sliced, diced, redefined, realigned altered by a syringe of soiled crystalline caressing an ignorant conscious boasting to change God’s perfect design you woke celestial spirits scraping scales from your denying eyes looking down to discover god created you to look up knowing One day, you woke sober

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Brian Sambourne

Date: 4/27/2021 3:14:00 PM

Another startling, insightful write. Original word couplings: "incandescent veneer," "dumpsters of deception," "snubbing red streaked orbs." This along with the poem's ending that smacks the reader. You are talented indeed. Best wishes, Brian

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/6/2021 9:58:00 PM

You have stated the feelings of a person who is not quite themselves yet very well here. "everything you thought you were before you closed your eyes and inhaled the dreams of your twisted line is discovered to be a lie a falsehood, trickery, fabrication"

Jim Hirtle
Date: 4/12/2021 4:16:00 PM

Thank you Karen.