Forget waking up,
it's like I come back to life
in the morning when I rise
it's from the grave
to shake off the mistakes
that I made yesterday.
I can't remember
any who I was last week.
I always wake in a cold sweat,
And I dream of one I've never met
Who I hope can save me
From overstating my misery.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
