Bitter Sun
The sun comes this morning
the bearer of bad news
the bringer of bad tidings
a ruthless slaughterer of dreams
for today, this day
the sun serves as a reminder
that sometimes, the sweetest
most vivid dreams must end
now I am forced to get out of bed
though I don't want to
forced to relive over and over
in my mind
retained fragments of the life I lived
last night while I was sleeping
forced to function with that aching feeling
that something is off
something is missing
I long to return to sleep
just a little longer
to complete unfinished buisness
today the sun has stripped me
of a dream that had so gripped me.
KEP 7/30/09
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