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Potentially
by Scott Cadence
do I
become
the flickering version
I see of myself
right before falling
asleep.
If I can
even remember him
when I wake up,
that reinvented man
who takes charge
and puts things
in their rightful
place.
Or do I stay
dormant
awaking to drudgery,
sighing at the colossal
snowball of shit behind,
making me give up
before I can
even begin.
It would be easier
than having to
recall the destination
we plotted together,
and seeing the people
weve ended up with.
I shake my head
lying upside down
within myself,
and hope a quarter xanax
is enough to put me out.
this time of night
all I hear is
slamming doors
and the thud
of deadbolts
hitting home.
so many things
in my life
that I never
would have guessed
sounded like
the future.
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10/16/2008 Posted on 10/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/16/08 at 12:41 PM it is not difficult to relate to this wonderfully written poem and its dilemma, and all one needs do to relate is an
admission of life in their lives, the rest will take care of itself. |
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