Late nights and early mornings
Close calls and distant warnings
The fog obscures what lies ahead
People leave their words unsaid
Blanketed in isolation
Stuck within a recitation
It’s the same day it was before
The same again, followed by more
Repetition mutes the senses
Fog hides the closing fences
Trapped within the here and now
Trapped without even knowing how
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I like the words in this one.
ReplyDeleteVery well written...also, makes me want to buy you a sun lamp!
ReplyDeleteOnly thing missing to describe my current state is something about missing sunlight....
ReplyDeleteIt's foggy here and I'm running a time course experiment (checking the algae _every_ 6 hours) so I've got fog, repetition, and a royally screwed up sleep schedule, resulting in poetry (and hopefully some good data).
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