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who was that

who woke up in a heavy fog?

or who was that

who let the sun drop out of the sky?

there’s a hole in my head

where emotions always come rushing out.

dreams laugh

and have a glass of wine;

a silent whisper called

and there i saw her;

inhaling all my emotion.

thistle branches reached on out

and scratched the sight;

ripping the seam

of a soul.

waking only finds a handful of thorns –

to once to a king sitting high upon a throne.

then to a certain surprise

the rain came down

and caught my tears on fire;

torching my soul to ash.

a fallen sunset baptizes the works,

and repents under the falling stars.

along side, i wake along side the promise

of new sunrise perks.

who was that

who woke up in a heavy fog?

or who was that

who let the sun drop out of the sky?

there’s a hole in my head

where emotions always came rushing out

and where dreams made them real.

c.  2016 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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