WAKING THOUGHT
Is that a street light,Shining through my head.
Or is it the middle of the day,
Either way it's time to jump out bed.
Only the beds not near a wall,
It's closer to an open window.
Depending on which way I jump,
I may have a long way to fall.
At least if I have a long fall,
Today's time for me to laugh.
For I will no longer need a bath,
Falling into the swimming pool.
Sleep walking, Sleep falling.
Sleep waking, Breaking bones.
Within an open dream,
Trying to swim on grass,
That's what makes me scream..
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-02-11 at 11:57
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