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Sleepwalking
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other stuff Dirty feet on withered footing
No way to balance
Between the waking
And what I am dreaming
It feels all too warm to the touch
Yet I find myself with the shivers
Panic ridden with attempts to clutch
Onto anything that can make me remember
Am I still dreaming?
The noise is a muffled ringing
Off in the distance somewhere
But it's bombarding me from everywhere
My dirty feet on withered footing
Blindly spinning
No way to balance
Am I still dreaming?
It feels all too warm to the touch
Yet I find myself with the shivers
Panic ridden with attempts to clutch
Onto anything that can make me remember
Am I still dreaming?
I love this. I like the
I love this. I like the repeating aspects of this. Makes it seem that much deeper.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Half & Half
At just waking from a vivid dream - this poem reminds me of that feeling of wanting to remember a dream that is fading the more I try to remember, trapped in bliss between waking and sleep - Wonderful write ~slc~
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