((Poem: Romantically Hungover)) Eyes crack open before the dawn; the still morning dimness that shrouds my sight. I collapse on the floor in a crumpled heap, too weak to reach out and turn on the light. My mind is still swimming, my body still warm, from the memory of the dream world I’ve just left. A feeling of comfort and strength that I miss, curled up in my blanket-strewn nest. My haze-riddled mind had imagined a feeling, of being held close by some anonymous lover, I can’t rid myself of the longing for more of it; I conclude that my heart’s romantic’ly hungover.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 02:57:23 +0000