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drowning in the glow of a new dawn

/ andyveilleux / Leave a comment

A brand new dawn is always clouded,

almost by its own optimism

if not by the optimism of the others.

 

Every dawn brings a promise with it,

a promise it could never hope to keep,

and the weight of expectation bloods it.

 

Success is impossible in the red glow,

and we crush ourselves upon its cliffs

trying to cling to the first ground we can

before the waves of water end us.

 

We floated in barrels like Tolkien’s dwarves,

occasionally choking on the water,

but not quite drowning from the trip,

but something changed in us from it.

Boredom and sand castles

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I can feel every second passing like chunks of sand
Falling away from my beach-side castle,
And rejoining the inanimate that we once breathed into being.

The clock slashes away one second at a time
Like it were counting filthy coins into paper rolls
And something in me takes each tick like the
Smiling end of a razor blade come home to play.

I remember feeling awake sometime before these
transmuted nightmares became dreams of someone else’s’ design.

Now only the numb minutes remain,
The hours we could never kill
And that drown us as we choked for more life
Only to taste more boredom.