old town stairs ©2003 Linda Treash
first in the morning
the light brings forth
the new day.
To one who does not sleep it fades
into further awaken; which is abandoned
and finds that the new day is churning
through the continuance of yesterday.
Aware that tomorrow will repeat the steps
and the one dimension feeling of "being"
is wrapping itself around the neck
like a noose.
Deep down, there is this sense, that
when it stops being like this;
that all will be gone and changed.
No one will need you like they need you now...
sleeping will be no issue,
the house will be silent,
and the most realized reason for living
will seem to have vanished.
I will have to learn how to reshape my life once again.
by melissa rubin
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