Risen above
Bitterlong
Pathway imperfect save for the ghosts unseen
Amidst the breaks in between the music in my head
A long awaited sleep
After decades of sleeplessness
Brought on
Imposed upon
But sleep
Chaste and chastened
Bound and unbound
But sleep
Dreams disoriented
Ships exploded
Swimmers seeking shore
All the while trying to forget to remember
Where I’m going
Unknown, undetermined, unbeknownst
Where I’m going
Austral winds
African plains
Senegal
Fanciful thoughts
Wishing I were wealthy but glad I’m not
Oh! To be free from the sake of being me!
© 02/28/2009 by Matthew DiBiase
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