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Sleepwalking

April 27, 2016
By Trinny BRONZE, Viroqua, Wisconsin
Trinny BRONZE, Viroqua, Wisconsin
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Embraced with arms of sleep,
Yet walking on hardwood floors.
They were clouds beneath my feet,
But would break me if I fell

Consciousness slipped from me,
Then back,
I was drowning in a river
Not of water but of lost thoughts

They entered my lungs,
Their essence overwhelmed all
They stole my senses
But without resistance.

When I met the wall,
It reeled me from the river
Like a fish,
Torn from its livelihood.

I had awoken,
And I believed myself conscious,
But my true self was lost
Alive in the river


The author's comments:

It's a memory poem.


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