Wake - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Wake

Wake before the waning hours
When circumstance no longer humors a
Dream postponed, wish delayed,
Experience avoided somnambulantly.
Like endless afternoons
Flirting with maybes and sometimes.
Occasion just missed.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer