Was I sleeping, earlier?
The day seems somehow diff'rent
Than how it was before.
I feel back to normalcy,
At least normal in the sense
Of what I was before.
But normal?
What is normal?
I will never be the same -
I think as I look backwards
To how I was before.
What is to become of me?
Brand new person, now set free?
What was I, then, before?
A dead man?
No. A deaf man?
The ground was up above me,
The clouds around me swirling.
"This was my home, before".
Comfort was where I called home.
Comfort is gone, but at least
Someone has gone before.
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