New Cool Dew
Wake up...wake...WAKE!
I am falling fast...tumbling downward in a crazy spiral
So nauseous...head throbbing
My skin, blood, bones, and soul tearing apart
Screams lost in the cacophany
Muffled voice: "Grab the hand!!!"
It's blurry, but it is there and promises stability
Groping....groping....groping....GOT IT!!!
Black at first
White next
Then the colors of dawn
I am all in one piece
My flesh and blood and bones are fresh
And new cool dew is on my face
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world
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