poemetry

2020-10-28

i start my days
at the wrong end,
mornings
when i am tired
and have no idea
who i am today.
hours later
and so much
has been shown to me.
i am awake,
i understand,
and all the hours
of this day
are gone.
all the years,
too late.
the morning
erases my dreams
and reminds me
how little time
i have left.

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