Poem: The dawning

The dawning

Sensations gone, and yet to come

all lost and found

built in our own creation


the night’s transgressions

yesterday’s regression

to decay

released in sparks



unheeding where

we’re headed

slowly we’re forgetting

everything we dreaded


dreaming seems no longer

a nostalgia

now we’re who we are


our shackles being broken

by the morning


but didn’t we always know

the dark would die

with the dawning?

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