Freed by Morning
Reality fading, imagination laid waiting
Each moment seeming just as unreal as the last:
Out of the window brought a pleasant view,
As the sun sets warm hues fill the air.
Bringing upon an ample end to a long day
Just when I thought satisfaction was possible,
Angry, ceaseless screams came from below
My parents
There I sat by the fire
Letting its warmth consume me
I stare at the bowl of apples across the room.
Red, red, red
Sparks fly around me
The resentful noise continues
Louder it grows
Just as the boiling fire in front of me
Everything spins
The whole world around me falls
Black, black, black
All I see as I fall out of unconsciousness and back into reality.
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