New Cool Dew

Wake up...wake...WAKE! 

I am falling fast...tumbling downward in a crazy spiral

So nauseous...head throbbing

My skin, blood, bones, and soul tearing apart

Screams lost in the cacophany

Muffled voice: "Grab the hand!!!" 

It's blurry, but it is there and promises stability

Groping....groping....groping....GOT IT!!!

Black at first

White next

Then the colors of dawn

I am all in one piece

My flesh and blood and bones are fresh

And new cool dew is on my face

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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