Start Over

Today I woke up feeling heavy and spent

The day already incipient with gloom

And the darkness of my self doubts

Reflected in the early morning fog

My impudence shelved and catching flack

For feeling like doom

My body questions its natural state,

An enigma

The way it sits, counterfactual, shy,

This damsel’s grit way in the gutter

Already limp, yawning in the morning

Feigning ready for war in a conflict free zone

A structure and weight of disjunctive worlds, the gift of a flaw in deed

Cause and effect of being so distressed

If only I could go back to sleep

And start over


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