A recurring dream of mine is
me driving along a road where
the sky turns gray and the sun
hides away in blankets of fog.
The drive continues.
This stretch of road grows with
each minute.
I keep driving,
unable to find an escape.
No second road providing
a chance of safety from who
knows what my mind would have
hiding in the mists.
No chance of the fog fading back into
the gray skies.
No sun to shine.
Only now am I wondering if
I ever wanted a way out of that dream.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
