It's Thursday -
It has been all day,
And yet I still feel
As though I'm sleeping.
Neither dream nor
Nightmare, I am
Just wandering about,
Doing the things
That I ought to do.
Tomorrow will be
Another day,
And I shall truly
Sleep to get there.
Perhaps it will grant
The reprieve that I
Need - it often does,
But not always.
Thus is the nature of things,
I suppose.
The results we seek
Cannot always be
The ones we expect,
Lest we become
Disillusioned with reality.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
