awakening me

into the animated time,
when this desperation
is rushing through the
countless tides,

escaping you,
ignoring you,
silencing you,
anticipating the end.

about to turn things
into good, but there
can never be better
consequences, now.

struggling this,
forgetting this,
truth of this,
awakening me.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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