Waking UpA Poem by ThornThis is a pretty vague, could-mean-anything sort of poem. There was a definite source of inspiration, but the final product seems to have little to do with it. Still; enjoy!Waking up, It’s a brand new day. We’re free, at last, to love and play. To see the world as we see fit, To free ourselves from all of this. But is it worth it? Shall it last? Or will emotions draw us to past? Waking up, we saw the light. Waking up, to return to night. The hatred, the anger, brings unrest. Someone always feels oppressed. The sleep that comes is broken and shallow, And waking up is far from mellow. Waking up, in dead of night. Waking up, to feel the fright. This new day will succumb to the old, It’s inevitable, or so we’re told. © 2010 ThornAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on April 30, 2010 Last Updated on October 9, 2010 AuthorThornA city with roads in it, New ZealandAboutI'm Thorn. I like sushi, and my pet axolotl, Mexie. I enjoy sailing, writing, and acting. And playing my flute. ^^ I dislike maths, trying to memorise Shakespeare, and being wrong. But I love my c.. more..Writing
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