Waken while still weary,
looking with eyes bleary,
wondering who had spoke,
thoughts drifting like the smoke.
A dream or a distant memory,
quickly it fades far away from me,
asleep I can feel it close,
yet opening my eyes it goes.
Who could the person be,
that I'm not meant to see?
Confused struggling to think,
not quite awake at the brink.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
